song that was listed by Time magazine
as one of its “All Time 100 Songs”. The song was birthed as a nondescript album
track on Richard Thompson’s 1991 LP Rumor
and Sigh and in the intervening years has become one of his most beloved
cuts. The tune has since been covered by a plethora of artists and admirers
including but not limited to Del McCoury, Jim Henry and Bob Dylan. If Bob Dylan covers one of your tunes, I think it’s safe to say you have made it as a songwriter. For
Thompson, the song is a concert staple up through this day requiring only
himself and an acoustic guitar.
full of dark imagery and magical accompaniment; in many ways this song could
be viewed as a fitting culmination of all of his career successes. Thompson deftly conjures mystery from both pastoral and suburban landscapes, he pulls from both conscious and subconscious narrators. It’s an
unknown commodity to understand the connection between a song and its developed audience.
While there is no doubting the diverse and inspired amount of music Richard
Thompson has made throughout his career with ‘Fairport Convention’, Linda
Thompson, and as a solo artist, the song ‘1952 Vincent Black Lightning’ was a flash caught in a
bottle and has become a Calvary cross for the career of Thompson.
and danger in a glistening chrome package of steel strings. Thompson prior to a
performance of the song described it as, It’s a simple boy meets girl story, complicated somewhat by the presence of a motorcycle”. By using an “object of myth” like the
unbelievably rare 1952 Vincent Black Thompson taps into every young man’s
psyche of Thompson’s time, or actually of any time. Only a handful (31 total)
of the unbelievably fast bikes were manufactured and one can assume the
legendary machine made quite an impression on the young Thompson. As an aside,
recently (2018) one of the motorbikes sold for $929,000 US dollars. A red
headed girl, a bike, leather and a series of crimes performed to get said bike
inject the song with a cinematic romance that permeates all of Thomson’s
compositions but in this particular instance, bleed out in Technicolor.
first time. It must be noted that in addition to the compositional majesty of
this song, please watch Richard play it live HERE to understand and grasp the
virtuosity on display to develop the central riff of the tune. For
guitar players witnessing the fret reach of Thompson’s nimble fingers is awe
with the Vincent. With minimal internal relationship details revealed
lyrically, the music assists the narrative with Thompson’s dark deep oil vocal
pouring out emotion at the end of each stanza. James promises via a ring to
‘Red Molly’ that his prized possession will be hers someday as the implication
that she is the only love true enough to be gifted his Vincent.
listener around hair pin corners. It flies past in a blur with guitar and
vocals wind swept in inspiration. Mid song Thompson separates the verses with a dramatic string stretching that diverges from the normal picking of the song. The lovers are quickly torn apart because of
James checkered past (he had been robbing since age 17 to get his Vincent) when
he takes a shotgun blast to the chest. Dramatically the music increases its
intensity transparently as the narrative reaches its crux. You’ve heard the famous adage about speaking about music is
like dancing about architecture, well in this case the ‘rock room’ will be quiet and let the song sing for itself.
found in early renditions. During one concert from 2002 referenced on the
Richard Thompson discussion site RT List, it is stated that one lucky crowd got
to hear additional lyrics not contained on the studio version of the song.
Thompson referred to the ‘missing’ lyrics as the ‘nuts and bolts’ of the song.
The lyrics were transcribed as follows:
as following opening verse:
is a fine pedigree
On the Bonneville Salt Flats in the hands of Rollie Free
A factory model not rebored no tricks
The speed always steady on 146
They smashed through the land speed record that day
So I just had to have my own come one May
So you see it’s a matter of some pride, that Vincent is the mark that I must
Reported as following the final verse:
Well Molly stole his body from the
Said we’ll give him a decent burial yet
They cremated him out in the dark cold rain
Then they stripped his fuel tank right off the frame
Then they poured in his ashes as the (unknown word) flowed
I buried him there with a view of the road
And even the hard men cried
And forever on his Vincent he rides
song with the aforementioned lyrics performed. If you have one, please let me
know! One additional aspect that makes Thompson’s live versions unique is the
lyric where he sings three makes of motorcycles that, ‘don’t have a soul like a
Vincent 52’. Thompson likes to plug in a number of different bikes that fail to
reach the standard of the Vincent, famous makers such as, Ducati, Harley, and
inspiration, to focus on one Richard Thompson track seems a fool’s folly.
Regardless, “1952 Vincent Black Lightning” is only one tree poking its head
above a lush green canopy of melodic treetops. Richard is a treasure for a
myriad of reasons, his unique native voice, his guitar playing fingerprint unlike any
other, and his ability to turn out an original tale. The aforementioned factors that
make him wonderful, are also the reasons he has dodged ‘mainstream’ popularity, all the while remaining true to his muse.