Awe­some mu­sic you may have missed. This week, Terry Reid

The Irish Times - Friday - The Ticket - - TICKET STUB - Donal Di­neen

The rea­sons why Terry Reid’s name isn’t men­tioned among the pan­theon of mu­si­cal greats is a mys­tery bor­der­ing on a trav­esty. He was lauded by his peers but his mu­sic never quite made it beyond that co­terie and into the pub­lic realm.

What a shame this is. His is a voice that could do the world some ser­vice. It’s a beau­ti­ful thing, raw and raspy one minute and achingly ten­der by turn.

It’s no sur­prise he was chased by both Led Zep­pelin and Deep Pur­ple to be their vo­cal­ist. But Reid was a mav­er­ick and a man hope­lessly de­voted to pur­su­ing his own dream. That courage and con­vic­tion is a mea­sure of his truth as an artist. He shunned the lure of step­ping into some­one else’s shoes and in­stead set out on his own sin­gu­lar path.

He had a lot to say and he went about say­ing it with unerring grace and pas­sion. He wasn’t a man to blow his own trum­pet so he never got the credit he de­served.

And which mu­sic lover among us doesn’t get lifted when we hear some­thing that we wished we’d known all along. All things be­ing equal, Terry Reid’s 1976 master­piece Seed of Mem­ory would have a place in all our hearts. It’s a rare gem you can’t af­ford to be with­out.

Pro­duced by Gra­ham Nash to mel­low per­fec­tion, it’s no ex­ag­ger­a­tion to say it may also be his finest hour in the stu­dio. He en­listed an ar­ray of West Coast lu­mi­nar­ies such as David Lind­ley, Al Perkins and even Fred Wes­ley to con­jure a sound that couches Reid’s voice in an at­mos­phere that con­fers on it an other world­li­ness that adds turbo power to arm­chair trav­el­ling.

De­scrib­ing the songs would be fu­tile. Ev­ery­thing is in its right place. That’s all you need to know. Don’t de­lay now. Dive on in. The wa­ter’s fine.

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