This month has been rife with celebrity deaths.. It feels as though the whole year has been.

But none so sad and wasteful in my opinion as amazing musician, Vic Chesnutt. His album, Little, is a top ten favorite of mine, and his huge body of work is so great, individual, sincere, out-there and wonderful.. I am just so bummed he wont be adding anymore gorgeous witty devastatingly sad and sometimes macabre music to that back catalogue.. I had two cd’s that really made my year and grounded me in a turbulent time a year or so ago, and they were Cat Power’s Juke Box and Vic’s Little. I had a nightly routine of lighting candles in the bath room, turning up the stereo and having music baths.. It was so habitual that my housemates started to complain that the sound of running water, Vic Chesnutt/Chan Marshall and my tile-reverbed singing would be forever fused in their minds, ruining the desire to ever hear those two cd’s again..

Poor Rowland.

I’ll write more later,

so,

so,

sad.