Unsung
Call Julian Cope what you want. Ex-junkie. Brief alternative 80′s scene wash up. Psychedellic rock trip-out space poet. Social activist. Artistic snob. Prehistoric scholar of pagan Europe. And how could I forget his simple self-proclamation of a “forward thinking mutherfucker.”
Truth is, a lot of people in the states probably haven’t heard of this eccentric British rocker. And most of these titles would probably be considered compliments to the “Arch Drude of Wessex” (or whatever he’s dubbing himself these days). But what you can never ever call him with absolute certainty is lazy, or more importantly, wanting in any way for intellectual breadth. He makes that part of his charismatic personality seem quite easy.
Every month to the mark, his website features an unsung Album of the Month and an Address Drudion (I think that’s made up pagan speak for which I have no subcultural point of reference) both written by the artist himself—many times at great length, lucidity, and scholarly depth.
Next to James Brown, he may be the hardest working man in show business, but I wouldn’t call his hustle either a show nor business.
