Bluesy, folksy, indy, classy. The River Man overfloweth with variety and charm, like a New England antique shoppe or an outdoor Parisian market.
“I was born to love no one, no one to love me…
I was made to love magic, all its wonder to know,
But you all lost that magic a long, long time ago…”
It makes one wonder: who is “you”? Was it he, Nick Drake himself, speaking as a 3rd party, “Nick Drake”, to the original self? Was it he, Nick Drake, the prodigal Fruit Tree, talking to we on-lookers to far in the future? Was it all of us, the Fruit Tree and the Bad Seeds, who lost the magic under the eyes of an omniscient watcher? Who lost the magic if he was made to love it? Does he not love himself? Does he not love us? Nick Drake. A fig tree in the forest. Won’t you walk by and take a bite?