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  1. Sapphire is a rock album by John Martyn, who by this stage in his career had almost entirely abandoned the acoustic guitar and folk approach in favour of a glossy pop/rock sound. Recorded at Compass Point Studios, Nassau, Bahamas and CaVa Sound Workshops, Glasgow, Scotland, the album was originally released on LP by Island in 1984 ...

  2. 12 de ago. de 2010 · He has been described by The Times as "an electrifying guitarist and singer whose music blurred the boundaries between folk, jazz, rock and blues". From the Late Great John Martyn Filmed @ The...

  3. 6 de sept. de 2000 · Track 1 from the 1984 album "Sapphire"Recorded at Compass Point Studios, Nassau, Bahamas and CaVa Sound Workshops, Glasgow, Scotland, the album was originall...

  4. 3 de ene. de 2016 · Opening song off of his same-named 1984 release. I got turned on to John Martyn while attending UF in the mid 1980's.

  5. johnmartyn.com › lyrics › sapphireSapphire - John Martyn

    Sapphire. I watch my luck turn round. A high flyer. I threw my bones around. Sure fire. I watch the current run. Live wire. Clear blue. Too true. Clear blue. Too true. I don’t know what to do. I got no place to go. Oh the day I lost my sweet Sapphire. My precious gems are dust. There’s nothing left to trust. Oh the days I’ll miss sweet Sapphire.

  6. www.johnmartyn.info › release › sapphireSapphire | One World

    Engineer Brian Young. Mixed at the Fallout Shelter, London by Harvey Goldberg. Assisted by Stephen Street. [Sapphire] Mixed at Genetic Studios by Andy Lyden. Produced by John Martyn. An extra special thank you to Robert Palmer without whose help this album may never have been made. Cover illustration by Cathie Felstead.

  7. johnmartyn.com › album-reviews › sapphire-2Sapphire - John Martyn

    15 de may. de 1992 · Sapphire. One of the great unsung heroes (although two decades of own-furrow albums suggests somebody somewhere loves you), John Martyn on a good day could interweave the ghostly flair of an Alex Chilton, the abstract grace of Talk Talk, and the ventricles and auricles of Al Green’s soul.