Now Playing: Fotheringay – Beat Club 1970 – “My Shadow Follows Me”

by | Dec 6, 2019 | 0 comments

Now playing in the ‘rock room’ is a vibrant and rare 17 min
color clip of ‘Fotheringay’ filmed in October 1970 for the German Radio Bremen
television show Beat Club. ‘Fotheringay’
for those unaware was the band Sandy Denny put together with husband Trevor
Lucas following Sandy’s departure from ‘Fairport Convention at the end of 1969.
Live footage is at a premium for Sandy and thankfully this performance finds
Denny at an amazing peak as both a writer and a performer. The rhythm section
of Pat Donaldson and session drummer extraordinaire Gerry Conway are as tight
and in the groove as the watch pocket on a vintage pair of Levi’s. Comprising the
rest of the group is as previously stated Sandy’s future husband Trevor Lucas
on acoustic guitar and astronomical Telecaster player Jerry Donahue. While when originally broadcast on November 28, 1970 one track (‘Nothing Was Delivered’)was shown, now, (as of 2015 when the box set Nothing More: The Collected Works was released) we are able to enjoy the entire performance.
‘Fotheringay’ was the result of the close knit nepotism of
the late 1960’s and 1970’s British folk community. Following Denny’s decision
to leave ‘Fairport Convention’ to play with her boyfriend, the result was one
fine studio album, a few wonderful performances, some unfinished tracks and
this excellent television broadcast.
The available color pro shot footage begins with the
circular patina piano of ‘Nothing More’. The song according to Denny biographer
Clinton Heylin was composed about legendary guitarist and oft-band mate of
Denny, Sir Richard Thompson. Long lush acoustic strums and Donahue silver
threads of melody drape themselves of Denny’s piano like discarded
undergarments. Donahue’s swelling resonance of the lacy verses is of particular
note. Denny, speaks to the protagonist delicately, probing their emotions,
wishing to see the ‘pearls’ that he hold so close that no one will ever know. Her winter maple throat is unwavering and drips rich drops of sweetness
throughout her deadly serious inquisition.
Musically the song dramatically fractals into moonlight
through stained glass. Denny’s voice is haunting, yet steady through the
developing musical storm that gains turbulence as the song cuts through emotive
waters of melody. By the third verse the song floats inches above the ground, Donahue
weaves around the internal euphony before taking off into an icy clean
recitation of Denny’s words. Denny’s face is framed by fire, she glances over
the top of the piano as the drums drop away leaving the final verse to be sung
over a sparse sparkling musical sky.
The next track to follow finds Sandy standing in her flowing
gown with microphone as the band organically plays the sneaky introduction to
‘Gypsy Davy’. A traditional song (arranged by Denny) that was never officially
recorded by ‘Fotheringay’, here it is played with a subtle power and a rooted
ethnic aesthetic. Denny sways unintentionally seductively with eyes closed as
she sings the first verse the music visibly taking her away. The documented Anglo American narrative is of a noblewoman
who desert her high standing in life to run away with the poor gypsy she loves.
In ‘Fotheringay’s’ capable hands the song becomes a towering knotted tree,
standing timelessly and straddling the musical border between rustic and
contemporary. Donahue’s guitar stings the central melody with deft filigree’s
of gold leaf as the able rhythm section cooks over an open fire with a
particular groove that defies description.

The dramatic epic ‘John the Gun’ follows next along with
Denny’s return to the piano. Recorded during sessions for the unreleased second
‘Fotheringay’ record and later rerecorded for Denny’s The North Star Grassman and the Ravens solo debut the song is in
the ‘rock room’s’ opinion on of Denny’s finest. Beginning with a lick that
sounds like a high speed rocker, the song proper then gets its hammer cocked
and drops into the verse with a metallic down stroke from Jerry Donahue.  Denny dramatically sings the narrative with a
serious yet plaintive attack. Conway punctuates each line with large splashes
of cymbal work. The substantial chorus is vocally collaborative with all hands
on deck leading to Donahue’s slippery silver solo spot. He takes two rounds with
deft string bends twisted like molten metal. 
The story of “John the Gun” is a
tale of life and death, the song is eerie, and feels like the cold steel
of a weapon. The track is a unique Denny original which elicits traditional song.
“John the Gun” plays the games of war which takes young lives because he
himself was the loser of said games. Denny, melodically and lyrically winds
these ideals tightly around Fotheringay’s instrumental loom until rich golden
twine is produced. On stage, Sandy is lost in her muse, staring into the
creative distance, enveloped in song.
The criminally short performance concludes with a cover of
Bob Dylan’s ‘Nothing Was Delivered’. Sung by Lucas, here the song becomes a
lush mossy slab of ‘Celtic funk’. Conway’s drums and weighty double kick drums
hits advance the song’s natural groove. Donahue stretches some rubber banded
twang from his Tele, with well-timed string bends that pop with a rustic
attitude. Lucas’s straightforward vocalization fits the song hand and glove.
With the conditions that Dylan originally composed the song in Upstate New York
in 1967, the ‘rock room’ asserts that of the many covers of this tune,
‘Fotheringay’ puts their spade in the dirt and reveals the heart of Dylan’s
intent. Regardless of ‘Peter, Paul. And Mary’s ascent of the charts with the
composition in 1967, this one is tough to beat.
While unfortunately short lived, Fotheringay was a
well-timed expression for Sandy Denny, and a band of soft comfort for her
fragile psyche to develop her songs. While this brief creative endeavor neither
moved the earth nor traveled across the seas, the songs remain. The band for
the time was of one mind, longing to express their shared love of folk and
traditional music by swirling it into a uniquely original tincture. While the
group would fracture, the individual members bonds would remain and they would
mix and match over the short years left for Denny. This special footage of
‘Fotheringay’ at the Beat Club 1970 should be treasured and enjoyed by those
who witness it.  It’s a lucky star that it exists with the minuscule amount of celluloid tape


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