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Jun 12, 2006 01:06

Ever since I was a freshman in high school I have been really intimately attached to Nick Drake's music. Beyond the obvious I guess it felt like a connection with space (planets, stars, etc) for me. I'm always adamently interested in space and Nick Drake just made sense to me in that way. I forgot about him for a while because I often do this with music I am honestly emotionally tied to, but I've refound it. I've been reading various articles from the 70's about him and one in particular struck me sadly. It's an interview with his mother, father and sister. This particular part is where his sister talks about the last time she ever sees him:

Molly: He went up to bed rather early. I remember him standing at that door, and I said to him, "Are you off to bed, Nick?". I can just see him now, 'cause that's the last time I ever saw him alive. And that was it, and the next morning... He often didn't get up at all early, he sometimes had very bad nights and I never used to disturb him at all, but it was about, as it says here, about 12 o'clock, and I went in, because really it seemed it was time he got up, and he was lying across the bed. The first thing I saw was his long, long legs...

It's tragic because he was so extremely depressed that he regressed into a nearly completely isolated state. I just think to myself, what would I do if I couldn't do anything to help my brother? It's a difficult world. I feel so badly.
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