How did an
impossibly rare Nick Drake vinyl LP turn up in a tiny Australian outback
town? Stuart Penney tells the story.
Nick
Drake’s records have always been somewhat elusive. In fact, until the
digital age arrived, and music became freely available to all, his vinyl LPs
were invariably hard to find and generally quite expensive, too, even as
reissues. Why was this? Let’s put it down to that old cliché supply
and demand. Except, unfortunately for Nick the demand didn't arrive while
he was around to enjoy it.
In July 1969 his debut Five Leaves Left was released
to modest interest from the folk music community, but widespread indifference
from the general record buying public. Initial sales of that LP can only
be described as woeful. I’ve heard it said that just 400 copies of the first
pressing of FLL were sold in the weeks after
release. That number sounds a little low even for the most willfully
obscure niche artist and I’d guess a couple of thousand copies is probably closer to the mark,
certainly during Nick’s lifetime. But
then, on the other hand, that low figure could explain the crazy prices we see
today, with pink label original copies regularly changing hands for £1,000 or more online.
Poor sales
notwithstanding, Five Leaves Left had one important
thing in its favour: it was on the Island label. Since diversifying from
Jamaican music and soul into white boy prog, psych, blues and folk around 1967,
it’s probably fair to say Island had released barely a bad album. Just about
everything on Chris Blackwell’s label was worthy of investigation back then and
Nick’s debut surely gained a following wind from groundbreaking releases by his
Island stable mates John Martyn, Traffic, Jethro Tull, Free, King Crimson, Cat Stevens and
the rest, even if it didn’t necessarily translate into sales. If any UK
record company could lay claim to the handle “trademark of quality” at that
time, surely it was Island.
Sales wise,
Drake’s final two records Bryter Layter (1971)
and Pink Moon (1972) fared little better than his first
and a reluctance to play live certainly didn’t help matters. To his
credit Blackwell refused to delete the albums despite the poor sales.
Then, following Nick’s death in 1974, the Island boss vowed that the three LPs
would remain on catalogue as long as he had a say in the matter.
All of
which brings us to my own copy of Five Leaves Left.
Although I never owned a first pressing of the LP in 1969, I knew people who
did, and we fell in love with Nick’s hypnotic songs, unique guitar style and
his voice like warm molasses. Robert Kirby’s haunting string arrangements
on four tracks were the icing on a delicious cake.
Naturally, as fully paid-up wannabe "heads my pals and I were acutely aware of the nudge-nudge nature of the album title. It was a reference to the insert found towards the end of each packet of Rizla cigarette rolling papers, warning users they had "only five leaves left." Despite being scarcely able to stump up enough cash for a ten bob (50p) deal between us, this surreptitious reefer reference made us feel like we were somehow part of Nick's impossibly hip gang.
I watched
over the years as those early, original Nick Drake vinyl LPs rocketed in value, even
after the CDs became available. It seemed that a combination of the
always collectible Island label and the desire to own an original piece of
Nick’s legend had driven prices into the stratosphere. How we wished we’d
had the foresight (or, indeed, the wherewithal) to buy a dozen copies in 1969.
By the
mid-80s I was living in Western Australia and had started my own second-hand
record store, stocked with thousands of LPs I brought over from London.
As luck would have it, 1985 was the perfect time to open such an enterprise in
Australia. Collectable records were starting to become big business in
Britain, with Record Collector magazine taking its
first faltering steps and record fairs popping up everywhere. But the
boom had yet to take off down under, especially in the sleepy west coast city
of Perth. So, for a few years I had the rare vinyl field almost to myself,
especially as so many people started to jettison their LPs in favour
of the newfangled CD format.
One day I
received a call asking if I would be interested in buying a large record
collection. The LPs were located about a two-hour drive east of Perth in
a small country town with a population of (according to Wikipedia) just
725. It transpired that following a divorce, the owner had moved to the
east coast a decade earlier, locking up the house and its contents. Now
he had decided it was time to sell up.
I was given
the keys by his ex-wife and drove out to take a look. The scene which
greeted me was like something from a Stephen King movie. The house looked virtually abandoned. The electricity
was disconnected, so the place was dark and gloomy, with everything covered in
a decade’s worth of dust and cobwebs.
The
furniture was old and threadbare and there were torn and dirty bedsheets
covering the windows as makeshift curtains. And there, taking up all
available floor space in every room (bathroom, toilet and an outbuilding
included) were thousands upon thousands of records. When I counted them
later it turned out there were around 8,000 LPs and almost as many
singles. It took three trips with two cars and a box trailer to take them
all back to Perth over a couple of weekends (see photo below). It was the kind of score
every record dealer dreams of.
I won’t
bore you with too many details of the collection, but you name it, and it was
probably there: all the early UK Elvis LPs on HMV, both unfeasibly rare Blossom
Toes albums and clean original copies of every conceivable 60s collectible
album, including items by the Artwoods, Davy Graham, the Zombies and countless
more besides. And there, almost unnoticed amid the tsunami of rare and
desirable items was a UK copy of Five Leaves Left.
Apart from
a few dozen choice items which I still have, I sold most of the collection over
the years. But I kept the Nick Drake LP simply because it wasn’t in the
best of condition. For a start the sleeve was in two halves, so I assumed
it was damaged and therefore unsaleable. That was not the case, but
thankfully I didn’t know any better at the time.
It proved to be a good move because since then it's been identified as an advance promo copy of Five Leaves Left sent out to reviewers and the like with the sleeve (front and back) in two separate pieces, or "slicks," which are slightly taller than normal. Other differences include the Island box logo and catalogue number on the back cover. This appears in black on all regular released copies, but it printed in green ink here and is the only known Island release to use this colour typeface.
The matrix
number in the runout grooves is also the lowest one ever seen for this release:
Side One:
ILPS 9105 A//2 111. Side Two: ILPS 9105 B//2 113
On side one
the tracks “Day Is Done” and “Way To Blue” are reversed on the label and
sleeve. The album actually plays “Way to Blue” followed by “Day is
Done.” On subsequent pressings this error was corrected on the label, if
not the sleeve.
On my copy the pink Island label (with its Witchseason logo) is almost white. Whether it was always like this or has faded due to exposure to the sun, I can't say.
So, what I initially
thought was a damaged and virtually worthless item was in fact correct and
incredibly rare. I’ve no idea how many were made like this, but I’ve only
ever seen a handful for sale online, so I’d estimate no more than 50 copies were
produced.
As I write (January 2024), only one copy
of this item is currently for sale on Discogs with an eye-watering asking price of £6,000. That figure may seem crazy and who knows if it
will even sell at that price. But such is the collectability of Nick
Drake and the pink Island label today I'm sure it will find a good home
eventually.
Would I part with my
copy? Well, I do also have back-ups in the form of the CD and an early
70s vinyl pressing on the Island pink rim palm tree label (even that is a £150 item in
nice condition), so yes, I probably could live without the original. Maybe
I should take it on Antiques Roadshow, assuming their pop culture expert has even heard
of Nick, that is. But then again, perhaps I’ll hold onto it a while
longer and see where the price ends up five years from now.
Footnote:
In early 2024 esteemed music journalist and broadcaster Danny Baker announced he was about to sell his massive personal record collection. In the
Nick Drake section of the online auction catalogue Danny added this comment:
"The night before my records were carted away by [auction house] Omega - four men, five hours in the shifting - my son came round and I asked him again if there were any final records he wanted for himself. He said no. Then, after a minute or so, he said, “Actually Dad, I haven’t ever had a good copy of Five Leaves Left. Do you have a spare?” Well I didn’t have a “spare” but I did have the mint original. So I gave it to him. That’s why it’s not here and there’s a grand I’ll never see again. Likewise my signed copy of John Martyn’s Solid Air. I taught that kid well..."
The first of several loads of records packed and ready to go |
Can I start the bidding with 200 Thai baht?
ReplyDelete(I have to duck and cover when Nick Drake comes up in conversation because I never really liked him)
Sold to the gentleman in the pink tutu and revolving bow tie at the back of the room! I liked Nick’s records well enough at the time, they were all part of the high-quality music coming out of Island, after all. But I’m not sure I buy into the industry that’s grown up around him since he was rediscovered by the Millennials and Gen Y.
DeleteDying tragically young is always a good career move, and inevitably imbues the listening experience with a flattering sense of melancholy. I could have told you, Nick, this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you ...
Delete(That 200 baht includes postage, by the way)
How true that is. See also losing the plot at an early age: Peter Green, Brian Wilson, Syd Barrett etc. According to my trusty currency converter 200 Thai Baht is approx 4 and a half of your British pounds. Must say I'm tempted.
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