The cover by Richard Thompson of "Time Has Told Me", the Nick Drake song, that appears on RT, the new box set of mostly live stuff, is extremely odd, mostly because a little more than halfway through, it becomes a cover of a Hawaiian song of unknown identity, with a new, female singer who's squeaky of voice. In fact now that I listen to it again, with prepared ears, it also begins, and remains, in a recognizably Hawaiian guitar mode—it's just easy to overlook that because of the whole english singing thing.
On a related note, Michael Kimmelman's The Accidental Masterpiece: On the Art of Life and Vice Versa is not, at least not yet (65% of the way through!), a very interesting book. It's just not scholarly enough, dammit! And, slightly more seriously, there is no actual reflection on art in the book. There are plenty of anecdotes about the artist who happened to meet his lifelong model or the guy who carved a cane that "turned out to be a fine work of folk art" (like, what, inadvertently?)—this is in the midst of a few pages on how gosh, it seems as though a lot of great art is made in extremely straitened situations, isn't that interesting, in the course of which he adverts to the quilts from Gee's Bend that got written about a few years ago, saying that they're "some of the most miraculous works of modern art America has ever produced", which seems a little disingenuous, as if "modern art" were a strictly temporal designation—but very little discussion about what bearing any of these happenings might have on what we think of art, what role art has or ought have in anyone's life, what art is, whether "art" is a useful designation at all, etc, and what he actually does say tends to be a little anodyne. There's a brief slightly interesting discussion involving Duchamp, but it's not exactly insightful, nor does it inform the rest of the book (thus far, of course, but I don't really expect this to change).
Plus, it seems to be written in a very popularizing style, which grates. However, to its credit, it can be read without really needing to think about what one's reading, which is more than one can say for Ideas Pertaining to a Pure Phenomenology and to a Phenomenological Philosophy.