Vic Chesnutt hasn't had it easy. Involved in a car crash at 18, he's been wheelchair-bound ever since. His career briefly took an upsurge just when REM were at their Out of Time/Automatic popularity peak and Michael Stipe chose the moment to vouch for fellow Georgian Chesnutt's genius. My personal memories of Chesnutt - I've never been a fan per se - were of several grainy, obviously home produced videos on No Disco. Various sites have reported his death today from an overdose (many of which have subsequently been withdrawn) and whilst this still hasn't been confirmed, what's clear is that he is in a coma and just about hanging in there. What I've always liked about Chesnutt was his sincerity as an artist, how real he's always seemed and how much of himself he's invested into his music, and all of this when we have to deal with odious, self-serving cunts like Pete Doherty. Anyway, I hope it turns out whatever way would make Vic Chesnutt happiest.
EDIT: Vic Chesnutt RIP
Friday, December 25, 2009
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