The Great James Varda

James Varda – I first met James Varda back in 1987. Roy had taken him on tour with him. That’s a rarity. Roy hardly ever did that. He tended not to use support. This was an exception – and what an exception.

At a number of Harper gigs I had the privilege to see James perform and sit and chat to him before and after his set.

What a contrast. On stage I saw a fiery performer who was full of angst delivering a blistering set of poetic songs that I can only describe as Folk Punk. He had that same vibe as early Harper and early Dylan. Off stage he was quiet, softly spoken and unassuming – very friendly and pleasant.

In 1988 he brought out the most fabulous album – Hunger – on the Awareness label that Roy was on (run by the great Andy Ware). I loved it – it captured that energy and unique English style.

I spoke with Roy about this nascent force and he was very enthusiastic. James was destined for great heights.

Then it went pear-shaped. James toured all the small clubs, did a lot of radio and plugged Hunger like mad. For some reason it failed to take off.

James started recording his follow-up but it wasn’t all smooth running. He had some great new songs but Andy was struggling with the label and James was becoming discouraged with his lack of recognition. The label went bust and Andy offered James the tapes they had recorded. A disillusioned James told him to bin them and walked away. That was it. He’d had enough.

Fifteen years flashed by and James re-emerged, this time on the Small Things Record label. This reincarnation was not as fiery; he’d settled into a pastoral poetic style that I found very captivating. Different but every bit as good. First In The Valley in 2003 and then, ten years later, in 2013 the River and the Stars, were delightful. I was so pleased to have James back with his beautiful craftsmanship (and Nick Harper helping out with some guitar!).

I didn’t have to wait too long for the next album – Chance and Time came out a year later and I eagerly purchased it. That was a shock. Death is not an easy subject to deal with and this album seemed to be telling the story of a terminal illness. Could that be true? I put up a review on my blog and asked the question – was James just using this as a muse for his songs or was it real? Was James dying? James contacted me and told me that yes, sadly, it was true. He had terminal cancer.

When faced with a terminal diagnosis people respond in many different ways. James’s response (after the shock) was to pour it into his songs. The album was stark – the consultation – the progress of the disease and prognosis – but above all a celebration of life and love. The album was an epitaph of joy and wonder in such beautiful poetry and music.

Roy had discovered, promoted and nurtured this incredible talent. The shame is that he had so many lost years and should have been so big. But the good side is that he left us with four fabulous albums and a lot of great memories of memorable gigs.

Check out his great albums. I love them all.

Hunger by James Varda: Amazon.co.uk: CDs & Vinyl

In The Valley: Amazon.co.uk: CDs & Vinyl

The River And The Stars by James Varda by : Amazon.co.uk: CDs & Vinyl

CHANCE AND TIME [VINYL]: Amazon.co.uk: CDs & Vinyl

Fare Thee Well Whizz

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Today I Remember Leonard Cohen

Today I remember Leonard Cohen.

I never Knew him

But I did.

I tasted the flesh of his words.

I drank the blood.

Today I remember Leonard Cohen.

He lived with me

In my house.

His voice penetrated these walls.

His words infiltrated my brain.

Today I remember Leonard Cohen.

A distant figure

On a stage.

Silhouetted by a spotlight.

Performing.

Today I remember Leonard Cohen.

He was a singer,

A poet;

A man restricted

By his lusts.

Today I remember Leonard Cohen.

A man on a quest

That never ended.

A quest

Without a destination.

Today I remember Leonard Cohen.

A poet who used words

Carefully.

Who sculpted his

Thoughts.

Today I remember Leonard Cohen.

For, despite his faults,

He touched me,

Brought me joy.

Taught me

Today I remember Leonard Cohen.

Opher – 1.12.2024

Today the internet was alive with Leonard Cohen. Perhaps it was my algorithms? Perhaps it was the new documentary? Perhaps it was his ghost?

Today I read and listened.

Today was a day to cogitate and ponder.

Today I remember Leonard Cohen.

Phil Ochs: Every Album, Every Song – Paperback – Finally out in the USA on 29th November!!

Phil Ochs was the ‘The Prince of Protest’ in the sixties. The only real rival to Bob Dylan, he was the archetypal Greenwich Village topical songwriter. Whether protesting the Vietnam War or campaigning for civil rights, workers’ rights and social justice, Phil was always there. Phil was the man to take up causes, write songs, play at rallies and even risk his life. His clear voice and sense of melody, linked with his incisive lyrics, created songs of beauty and power. As his career progressed, with lyrics and music becoming more highly poetic and sophisticated, he still never lost sight of his cause. Towards the end of the sixties he joined with the YIPPIES in protest against the Vietnam War. But idealism became Phil’s downfall. He was an idealist who could see no point in continuing if he was unable to make the world a better place. Phil lost all hope and descended into depression, which, along with excessive alcohol consumption, led to his suicide in 1976. Shortly before he took his life, Phil asked his brother if he thought anyone would listen to his songs in the future. Well here we are; sixty years later, still listening. The songs of Phil Ochs are every bit as relevant as they ever were and they are making the world a better place!

Nick Harper – The Wilderness Years – Hardback, Paperback and Kindle

Section A – The Wilderness from My Hilltop.

Over the years I have had numerous conversations with Nick regarding aspects of his ‘career’. As a friend looking in from the outside it always appeared to me that Nick did not so much have a career as such, more a hap-hazard series of loosely connected events in which he wrote incredible music, played that music to people who paid to see him, recorded it when he had accumulated sufficient numbers and only barely made a living out of it.

It seemed unjust.

Nick tells me that he is still amazed and honoured that he has been able to spend the bulk of his adult life doing exactly what he enjoys doing.

I know his claims of indolence are far from the case. Just last week he came to stay for a few days to start work on this book. I had told him that we were going to get down to business and work hard. He agreed. We would make early starts and press on. I suggested we started work promptly at eight thirty.

Of course we stayed up into the early hours gabbing and sharing a glass of wine or two. Nick went to bed and at nine thirty next morning I took him a cup of tea to find a bleary-eyed semi-comatose Harper peering at me with vague disbelief.

It transpired that Nick had hit the sack at 1am. – like me, but had a head that was buzzing. We had been talking about lyrics and words and he had shown me a few things he was working on. He could not sleep. Ideas were popping into his head. The upshot was that he had spent the night working those words.

Morosely, over a third cup of strong coffee, he read me the words, full of alliteration, character and style, carefully honed and sweated over. ‘Not much to show for five hours,’ he remarked morbidly.

My Journey To Roy Harper

As an eighteen-year-old, Les Cousins was the place where I first heard Roy sing (and talk) but the journey to get there started a long time before that.

I had to first discover acoustic folk and blues and then the fabulous contemporary folk singer-songwriters. But I’m jumping ahead. I’ll start at the very beginning.

Way back in 1960 when I was around eleven-years-old there was an older girl down my street who was a bit of a beatnik. I remember black polo necks and medallions. She was called Daphne and she introduced me to Joan Baez by endlessly playing Joan’s first album of traditional folk songs. That was a departure from the Buddy Holly and Everly Brothers I had been listening to (along with Adam Faith and the Shadows). I enjoyed the Joan Baez but wasn’t completely bowled over.

A year or so later my friend Charlie Mutton introduced me to Bob Dylan’s first album. I quite enjoyed the rawness. It was very different. But I was not convinced enough to buy the album (money was tight). That happened about the same time that Dick Brunning turned me on to Blues and I started listening to the likes of Robert Johnson’s great acoustic stuff.

By late 1964 Donovan started appearing on Ready Steady Go and released the single Catch The Wind in early 1965. By this time I’d been getting into Dylan (his next few acoustic albums were inspirational) and Donovan seemed related. I had a girlfriend – Viv Oldfield – who was really into Donovan and she had an elder brother who was mad on Woody Guthrie and Big Bill Broonzy. So my musical adventures were going all over the place with the discovery of new singers – Sonny Terry Brownie McGhee, Sleepy John Estes, Snooks Eaglin and Big Joe Williams. Phil Ochs rocked my head with his hard-hitting anti-war and civil rights songs – only second to Dylan. Paul Simon’s first album (The Paul Simon Songbook) had quite an effect. I loved that. Then there was a plethora of others from the Greenwich Village folk scene – Buffy St Marie, Richard and Mimi Farina, Tom Paxton, Pete Seeger, Ramblin’ Jack Elliott and the Native American Peter LaFarge. I enjoyed hunting out people my mates hadn’t heard of.

At the time records of Blues and Folk artists were really hard to come by. I used to hunt through the second-hand record bins for obscure Folkways records or a cover that took my fancy.

Bear in mind that at this time I was also really into the beat bands – Beatles, Stones, Yardbirds, Pretty Things, Who, Downliners Sect, Small Faces and Measles, as well as the old Rockers – Chuck Berry, Bo Diddly, Little Richard, Eddie Cochran and Buddy Holly – plus Electric Blues – Howlin’ Wolf, Muddy Waters, Jimmy Reed, Sonny Boy Williamson and Elmore James – but that’s a different story. I’m focussing on the acoustic. Safe to say that music dominated my mind. I never stopped playing it.

Anyway, I became besotted with Woody Guthrie and Bob Dylan because of the lyrics. I’m a lyric guy.  Then a mate called Robert Ede lent me this fabulous album by Jackson C Frank which blew my mind. I couldn’t stop playing it. Another mate called Neil Furby, sold me the Bert Jansch and John Renbourn debut albums and they opened my mind. Neil also played me Anji by Davey Graham and that opened up new horizons. The British contemporary folk scene was exploding and I was in at the beginning.

By 1967 I was really immersed in the contemporary folk scene and was listening to a wide range of American and British singer songwriters. I was also into psychedelia, Blues, R&B and West Coast. No wonder my studies weren’t going well. I had trouble fitting it all in. The Incredible String Band reared their head – a friend called Gary Turp was mad on them and dragged me off to a gig or two.

It was spending my evenings at the Toby Jug in Tolworth, Eel Pie Island in Twickenham and Middle Earth, The Marqui and UFO clubs in London as well as a number of smaller clubs and college venues. Not much time for sleep.

Then a long lost friend called Jeff (with the white plastic mac) told me about this fiery singer who was ranting about the same stuff as me. He told me I had to go and hear him.

By this time my interests in the folk scene had taken me to the Barge, Bunji’s and Les Cousins. I’d turn up on my motorbike, pay a few shillings and get a fabulous evening/night of entertainment from Bert, John, Martyn, Al and hosts of others. Then, one night, between Bert and John, that fiery force of nature took the stage for a short set of three numbers and some gab, and altered the universe!

That was the start.

Nick Harper Goes Back to School

Way back twenty-odd years ago I was teaching in Beverley and Nick was starting out on his career. A group of us had organised the first of Nick’s solo gigs in Hull which had turned out a storming success. Hull, and the surrounding area, is a place that Nick has triumphantly returned to, at a variety of venues, time after time and he always receives a rousing reception.

I suggested to him that, as he was up in Beverley for a couple of days he might like to come into my school and meet the kids. He foolishly agreed. He’s up for anything, is Nick.

So, it came to pass that Nick arrived, guitar in hand, and I took him along to the 6th Form common room where a bunch of bemused 6th formers wondered what the hell was going on. I had nothing planned.  They had not been prepared.

Nick was very relaxed about the whole thing, sat around talking to the kids. They didn’t have a clue who he was, even after I introduced him. They had never heard of Nick Harper. He then took his guitar out and started playing and they were bewitched and amazed. I don’t think that they’d ever seen or heard such virtuosity close up, live. He stayed for an hour or two, chatting and playing, laughing and joking, impressing them with his skills. It was such a relaxed impromptu gathering. News spread. More kids arrived. They all sat around thoroughly enjoying this unexpected sharing. I bet there were a few lessons short on numbers that morning.

From that day forth I noticed quite a few of those students turning up to Nick gigs.

I think Nick enjoyed the experience too. I certainly didn’t have to twist his arm too much to get him to come back. On five or six more occasions he’d turn up and play for the kids, turning them on to good, live music. Of course, I loved it too! Nick’s a special guy and his warmth was contagious. It was great to watch them all interact.

For me, that’s what education really is!

Nick Harper Book – Nick Harper: The Wilderness Years – Paperback and Hardcover 

I first met Nick when he was a young child and over the years he has become a close friend.This book illuminates the genius that I feel is Nick Harper and is designed to accompany ‘The Wilderness Years’, a trilogy of vinyl albums. Nick talks candidly about many aspects of his music and career. I include, with Nick’s permission, the lyrics of all the songs featured in the trilogy.There are also many photos dating from his childhood to the present day.


Andy Bott

5.0 out of 5 stars Two old friends, one take newly told. Reviewed in the United Kingdom on 8 January 2020

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This is not just a book, it is a Labour of love. Other has known Nick for most of Nick’s life. He has a pride in him like a father, or at worst the best of teachers (though he will deny having taught Nick anything.) The book was intended as a companion to three L.P. Collection. It is more than that. Much more. It is the story of a songwriter, musician and maverick. It tells of a man who is committed to two things, his family and his musical integrity. The former should be the first consideration for any person with a family, the latter the method to support and provide for the former. Music is love. I have known Nick since 1984, but not as Opher does. I do not have bragging rights, but I know who he is. Looking back I realise he was enigmatic. I watched him over the years. I saw him to from passenger to team player to engine driver in his musical journey. Biscuits playing from very good to superb and peerless. His songs have taken a similar journey. His style has woven down many lanes, albeit closely linked. Through them all you hear Nick’s character. This story was familiar to me, like talking to an old friend. But there was more. The story is bigger than what I knew, the songs more complex, and intellectual.
If you know Nick Harper’s music, this book is essential. If you don’t, this is a guide to some of the most satisfying stuff you will hear this side of Killing Joke, classic 60s and 70s songwriters, modern day guitar wizzkids. A great read in easy style, with delightful interview responses from Nick himself to put flesh and blood to the story. Designed as a companion, but stands up by itself as a great little biography. Not just another chord in your song.

Nick Harper: The Wilderness Years Hardcover

If it were only the guitar playing it would be wonderful. However he is so much more. Nick marries this instrumental genius to a voice that is incredible in range and texture and a song-writing ability that is up there with the best. He now has a catalogue of songs that would challenge any great songwriter of our time. The content is both poetic and meaningful. What more could you possibly ask for?

Nick’s live performances are impressive. He is a showman who deploys wit and cutting humour along with sharp observation. He is a warm, sensitive but forceful man whose sensibilities are complex, always intelligent and forthright. You never get short-changed at a Nick gig. He puts his soul into it.

The one mystery surrounding Nick’s career concerns the level of success he has so far achieved. It boggles me to think that he has not risen to the heights, received the recognition and walked away with awards. He surely deserves it. His time will undoubtedly come. Skills like his do not go unnoticed forever.

I suggested writing a book with and about Nick many years back but he was not keen. Nick is a modest man who neither seeks to inflate his achievements nor crow about them. He simply did not feel he had done enough to warrant a book. There was also the business side of it. Nick naturally shies away from any aspect of the business that is concerned with money making. He abhors anything smacking of exploitation. He feels that he is privileged to be able to do what he does; which is to create and play music. That should be sufficient. He is grateful when anybody enjoys his music and still amazed that he has a ‘career’ and people actually pay to see him. Nick refuses to see himself as a part of the music business or his songs as a commodity. Despite the fact that he knows he has to make a living he is not about to exploit his supporters by producing ‘product’. He does what he feels is right. He writes songs because they are an expression of how he feels. He is the same person on and off stage. There is no eye on the market.

Nick is extremely ambitious in only one aspect; he wants to get better as a singer, musician and writer and pushes the boundaries continuously. When it comes to promoting his career, getting on radio and TV, or looking at potential marketing he tells me he is lazy. That is not true. It is not so much laziness as a disinterest in doing anything that he is not inclined to do.

Nick is one of a rare breed who has integrity. He is genuine and honest. What you see is what you get. He’ll give you time after a show because he wants to. He is genuinely in awe that you should bother to make the journey and pay to see him play. Playing is what he loves doing. He’d do it for free. The guitar is not just a meal ticket to Nick; it is a friend he needs to play in order to keep sane.

This book finally came about because Nick decided that it was time to release a compilation. He was excited by the idea of a retrospective of what he had achieved up until now. He told me that he never expected to even produce one CD let alone for it to sell and be followed by others, sustaining his ‘career’ for so long. He was genuinely amazed and felt privileged to be able to live by doing what he loves doing. He saw this book as part of that package.

This is not a memoir of his life. This is not the inside story. Neither is it intended to be complete. Nick could easily have done this himself; he is a master of using words and knows what he wants to say. Yet he did not want to. It was going back to that reluctance for him to admit that he is good at what he does. He wanted to distance himself and let someone else do the job. That’s fine with me. I have no reticence about singing his praises. I’ve known him since he was a child, I’ve watched him grow and mature, I’ve observed the way he has matured into a man. His ideas, his musicianship and song-writing skills have blossomed; and his family have been at the centre of it all. I’ve been incredibly proud of him over the years and have no doubt that he is a true genius and a human being of exceptional qualities, sensibilities and warmth.

This book is a companion to his set of retrospective albums. Like them it is entitled ‘The Wilderness Years’. That title is partly Nick’s self-deprecating way – to downplay his achievements – and partly because he has chosen to remain low key. If he had played the game, had the desire and pulled out the stops he would have undoubtedly reached a far larger audience.

What I am certain of is that talent like Nick’s does not stay out in that wilderness forever; it does eventually get noticed. Maybe this set of albums will provide the springboard to draw attention to the phenomenon that is Nick Harper and the title will prove prophetic…..

Opher Jan 2015

Thanks for the fantastic reviews!!

A Glimpse at the Leonard Cohen book

I have carried out the final edit on the Phil Ochs book and that is winging its way to coming out shortly. The publisher has it down for the end of this month!

I am putting the finishing touches to the Leonard Cohen book. That has a lot of work but has really gone well. I thought I might share the piece I have just been working on. What do you think??

Nevermind (Leonard Cohen, Patrick Leonard)

This first came to light as a poem on his website in 2005 and was released in 2006 in his Book Of Longing.

   Another Patrick Leonard collaboration. Leonard sings it in a husky drawl over an ominous computerised bubbling synth with a heavy beat and a bassline. The aftermath of 9/11 hangs over this one with Leonard more conflicted than ever. He deplores the violence but can see the reasoning behind it. He’s no lover of many aspects of American culture. The Middle-East flavour is accentuated by the two Arabic bursts of singing from Donna Delory.

   When we are young and idealistic the world is black and white and taking sides is easy. Looking back at past actions and stances can sometimes seem uncomfortable. We missed the nuance. Remember, Leonard went off to fight in the Yom Kippur War. As he told The Daily Telegraph in 2014: ‘There comes a point, I think, as you get a little older, you feel that nothing represents you. You can see the value of many positions, even positions that are in savage conflict with one another. You can locate components on both sides that resonate within you.’ Sometimes you have to take stock, re-evaluate and change position. Things can look different with distance. There is deliberate deception.

   There is bitterness in the lyrics: ‘This was your heart, this swarm of flies. This was once your mouth, this bowl of lies. You serve them well – I’m not surprised. You’re of their kin, you’re of their kind. Never mind, never mind. I had to leave my life behind. The story’s told with facts & lies. You own the world, so never mind.’ Leonard reflects on the way the powerful spread their propaganda, sow their lies. We have to pick our way through it. He reflects on the way some things are of vital importance to some but are meaningless to others. As the song progresses Charlean Carmon and a synthesiser provides some light relief and as we approach the last verse there is the addition of eastern percussion and Charlean dueting the chorus. All incredibly effective. Leonard no longer knows what to believe he just gets on with his life. You can’t nail him down. Ultimately nothing matters. Besides he’s a different person now.

   The final words, written in Arabic, are about peace and reconciliation.