Sadly, Jackson died on March 3rd 1999. If anyone has memories of meeting him please send them to me and I will post them here. Link to Memories of JacksonIf you want to know why this page is here, go buy the CD, the answer is there. If you want to add or remove material here then please email me. |
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Jackson C Frank Columbia 33SX 1788 | The Darkroom, Hampstead. © 2001 Claire L Winstone |
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Jackson circa 1968 | The 1978 re-issuse |
Links to Jackson C. Frank Two articles about Jackson have appeared in recent years: Game, Set, Blues by Andrew Means in issue number 146/147 of Folk Roots Aug/Sept 1995 and Lost Singer Found by T.J. McGrath in issue number 57 of Dirty Linen April/May 1995 Both magazines have back copies available.(at June '97) Transcipt of sleeve notes on 1978 re-issue
Guitar Tabs for some of Jackson's songs Transcribed and tabbed
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Kingston Folk Barge . © 2001 David Mercer |
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Biography of Al Stewart by Neville Judd: Al Stewart The True Life Adventures of a Folk Rock Troubadour. Covers Al's early career (when he knew Jackson), to the present day. ( From Helter Skelter Publishing ) |
The Legendary Jackson C. Frank's 1965 album now re-released on CD in the UK. The last five tracks, previously unreleased, recorded in 1975. |
Mooncrest Records. CRESTCD021 (may be unavailable now) Castle Music. CMRCD366. Repackaged with 12 page booklet. Recommended version. Available at Amazon |
Track Listing: 1. Blues Run The Game 2. Don't Look Back 3. Kimble 4. Yellow Walls 5. Here Comes The Blues 6. Milk And Honey 7. My Name Is Carnival 8. Dialogue 9. Just Like Anything 10. You Never Wanted Me 11. Marlene 12. Marcy's Song 13. The Visit 14. Prima Donna Of Swans 15. Relations MP3s samples (~1 minute) are from WAV files so may not be 100% quality |
I see your face, in every place, that I'll be going I read your words, like black hungry birds, read every sowing Spin and call, throw the ball, my name is Carnival Sad music in the night, sings a stream of light, out of chorus Voices you might hear, appear and disappear in the forest Short and tall, come throw the ball, my name is Carnival Stings of yellow tears, drip from black wired fears in the meadow White halos spin, with an anger that is thin and turns to sorrow King of all, hear my call, it's Carnival Here there is no law, but the arcade's penny claw, hanging empty The painted laughing smile, the turning of the style, do not envy Where the small can steal the ball, touch the face of Carnival The fat woman frowns, at screaming frightened clowns that stand enchanted And the shadow lion waits, outside your iron gates with one wish granted Colors all, come throw the ball, my name is Carnival Without a thought or sigh, you come to hypnotise the danger In a world that comes apart, there is no single heart, and life is stranger Wheel and call, cloud dreams all, in the name of Carnival Yeah wheel and call, spin and call my name, oh it's CarnivalBack to Geoff's Home Page