Jack Frank’s Carnival is used somewhat incongruously in a new British film, Catch Me Daddy, which has inspired me to republish my 1975 appreciation of this iconic Sixties performer.
Jackson C. Frank: Frankly Speaking
Karl Dallas, Melody Maker, March 22, 1975
MM‘s series on the underrated musicians of yesterday. This week: JACKSON C. FRANK
FOR SOME people it is Paul Simon, bumming around, the archetypal poet and one-man band, in between ‘Wednesday Morning, 3am’, and ‘Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme’. For others it’s Bert Jansch, borrowing an eclectic east-west hybrid guitar style from Davy Graham and a repertoire from Annie Briggs to lay down the basis for Pentangle and ultimately for electric folk. For many, it’s Al Stewart’s bedsitters. But for me, Soho 1965 is Jackson C. Frank.
Who? I hear you saying. His only album is long deleted by EMI, though…
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