Almost unbearable. Almost forgotten. Pink Moon is to me a very voyeuristic experience. You can almost hear tears dropping on the microphone as a fire disintegrates in the corner. I always feel very exposed to the album. It's blatantly beautiful. The guitar is warm and touching, gently filling the room with his vocals that seem to never want to leave his mouth. That is where the production ends. From the start you journey with Nick into a fantastic land of inner thought, hushed regret and reflection. The songs delightfully twist, waiting to be resolved, with Nick holding onto every note, almost afraid to come back to reality.

It's frightening sometimes how the world missed him. Although a desperate and very unhappy record for Nick Drake, the music is full of calming eloquence of someone who knows well of beauty but cannot himself grasp it. Pink Moon and Place To Be are soft pillows of angel feathers, undoubtedly serene and showing Nick's deep visions of hidden perfection. The short instrumental Horn is almost like a folk version of The Last Post and is very thought provoking. The strange deviation of Know puts further intrigue into your mind while Parasite's self hatred within a very Beatle-edged package shows the craft of a man that should have been more to people. It all ends in From The Morning. Images of birds preparing to leave as the summer passes over drooping wheat ends the album very perfectly for me. Pink Moon has the power to absorb you completely, if you let yourself. For once it isn't just some unhappy guy with a guitar. For me, it?s a benchmark for beauty in music, and it is music worth believing in.