If Wilco is "dad rock," John Martyn is "bearded 40-year-old bachelor neighbor with nice cologne" rock. If Nick Drake is walking the tightrope between resolution and defeat, John Martyn is a walk on the beach at sunset. If Leo Kottke is secretly listening to the complex beautiful clockwork of the universe, John Martyn is happening to hear a breeze rattle the leaves in the trees over the shouts of playground children. If Fleetwood Mac is a well behaved public parade, John Martyn is internal reverie. If Bonnie "Prince" Billy is sexy, John Martyn is seductive.