Beeswing by Richard Thompson review – beyond Fairport Convention

Folk rock, finding a voice and confronting tragedy ... a gripping account of the early career of a great songwriter and guitarist

The middle-class, middle-aged couple posing rather awkwardly by the gate of their neat Wimbledon home on the cover of Unhalfbricking, the 1969 album that took the British folk-rock pioneers Fairport Convention into the pop charts for the first time, were the parents of Sandy Denny, the group’s singer. But they might just as easily have belonged to Richard Thompson, whose guitar-playing was among their earliest and most striking assets.

Born in 1949 and brought up in Highgate, another pleasant district of London, Thompson was the son of a detective with the Metropolitan police. By the time he started at a local grammar school, an interest in his father’s collection of jazz records had been diverted by the sounds of Buddy Holly, Gene Vincent and Eddie Cochran issuing from the bedroom of his older sister – who, in her early teens, “had pitched her look somewhere between Julie Christie and Brigitte Bardot”.

A gift for observation would help turn Thompson into one of Britain’s finest songwriters, beloved for such compositions as “Meet on the Ledge”, “1952 Vincent Black Lightning” and the ballad that provides his book with its title. That same shrewd eye informs the recollections of a perennial succès d’estime, whose solo career, nowadays conducted from a home in New Jersey, has brought him a large and loyal following, an OBE for services to music and, in 2019, a 70th-birthday concert that filled the Albert Hall.

Thompson sensibly recognises that his public will be most interested in the events of his early career. The lives of famous rock musicians generally become less eventful and more mundane as they go along, the momentous stuff having happened at or near the start, and the subtitle of Beeswing is “Fairport, Folk Rock and Finding My Voice 1967-75”.

His account begins gently but blossoms into a gripping reflections on early tragedy, his conversion to Sufism, and a first marriage whose dramas were played out on stage. He is not the first to describe the progression from skiffle and folk music to rudimentary beat groups made up of schoolfriends and onwards to rock’n’roll – and, in his case, to a particularly significant variant of the basic form. But he does so with a fond and precise recall of such details as witnessing “the arrival of a new culture” at the 14 Hour Technicolour Dream at Alexandra Palace, where he sees John Lennon “wandering around, looking every inch an impersonation of himself, with his moustache, NHS spectacles and Afghan jacket”.

He had already begun what would become regular visits to an occult bookshop in the West End of London, where his first purchase was Paul Reps’s Zen Flesh, Zen Bones, whose riddles made more sense to him than the teachings of his parents’ Presbyterianism. “This started me on a quest for meaning in my life,” he writes, without irony.

His telling of Fairport Convention’s swift rise to prominence and their momentous decision to bring the techniques of rock music to bear on traditional English folksong includes the late-night crash of their van on the M1 while returning home from a gig in Birmingham in 1969. Martin Lamble, their 19-year-old drummer, and Jeannie Franklyn, Thompson’s young American girlfriend of barely two weeks’ standing, were killed after a roadie fell asleep at the wheel, with Thompson making a vain attempt to keep the vehicle on the road.

The 70th birthday concert ... with his daughter Kami, first wife Linda and son Teddy Thompson, 2019.
The 70th-birthday concert ... with his daughter Kami, first wife Linda and son Teddy Thompson, 2019. Photograph: Gus Stewart/Redferns

There is a brief but touching description of his glancing acquaintanceship with the troubled singer-songwriter Nick Drake, a success-averse figure attached to the same management stable, and rather more about the equally ill-fated Denny, who left the group a year or so before Thompson to pursue, eventually, a solo career, but died after what seems to have been the last of many drunken falls, perhaps accidental, in 1978.

It was through Denny that he had met her best friend, the singer Linda Peters, whom he married in 1972 and with whom he formed a duo. Their album I Want to See the Bright Lights Tonight started a joint performing career that ended when they separated after 10 years, during which they lived in Sufi communities in London and Suffolk and produced three children. At that point, having stretched his stated time frame at both ends, he chooses to bring the narrative to a close. “The wounds are still healing,” he writes, although Linda and the three children performed with him at the Albert Hall two years ago.

He is enlightening and sometimes painfully self-appraising on the complications of being in a band as it moves from squats to US tours. Among his closing thoughts are reflections on the problems arising from an audience’s desire to hear a 50-year-old song that may long since have lost meaning for its composer.

Perhaps the most affecting and enlightening chapter of all deals with the writing of the song “Beeswing”, its words inspired by the lives of two free spirits: Anne Briggs, the gifted Nottingham-born folk singer who, like Drake, shied away from the spotlight at a time when it might have embraced her; and a former stable boy turned tramp named Ted who helped out in the Thompsons’ Suffolk garden. “I think we write songs for pleasure,” Thompson notes, “but also to understand ourselves and to decode life.” The same impulse seems to have guided this quiet joy of a memoir, in which honesty and humour are burnished rather than dulled by a certain restraint.

Beeswing: Fairport, Folk Rock and Finding My Voice 1967-75 is published by Faber (£20). To order a copy go to Delivery charges may apply.


Richard Williams

The GuardianTramp

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