Sunday, 30 August 2009
How extraordinary a voice. Last weekend i stood 20 feet away from Roky Erickson & took it all in. In some valley in the Powys region of Wales. 40 minutes late for the stage. But there he was. An awesome beast. Nothing said. Hard to tell where he was inside, bored scared or confused. But there he was. The breath visable & billowing out of him in the tacky stage light. He was like some dragon with a guitar. The Krakon. The band was nowhere, 2nd rate pub metal, but there he was, Roky Erickson. Life hadn't beaten him. That screaming voice intact, no flaws, everything said.
'Haunt' by Roky Erickson
Roky Erickson Interview-Ksan Radio, 1978