Joan Baez was never a great guitar player. She still isn’t; competent but not very good. But she had a beautiful voice that soared effortlessly above the hubbub of raucous pop cacophony that passed for music in the ‘60’s. In those days I was beguiled by her voice and her politics: the politics no more and the voice isn’t quite what it used to be but still a nostalgia indulgence for me.
Here she is in a farewell concert playing what appears to be a rather delicious Martin 0-45 guitar: