Hello, Toads! This week I present you with an exceptionally magical prompt. I know I'm prone to hyperbole and I've told you about many of my favorite artists and songs already, but Vic Chesnutt is a very special favorite. His songs are like no other's, his music soaring on some other plane, his words poetry. I have long adored his work, and I still mourn his untimely passing on Christmas Day in 2009.
Vic Chesnutt was from Athens, Georgia. The story goes that Michael Stipe (of R.E.M.) discovered him in Athens and produced his first two albums, Little (1990) and West of Rome (1991). Vic Chesnutt released fifteen more spectacularly beautiful albums in his too-short career. This description of his music (from Wikipedia, attributed to Bryan Carroll of allmusic.com) is apt: "[Vic Chesnutt's style is] a skewed, refracted version of Americana that is haunting, funny, poignant, and occasionally mystical, usually all at once."
I encourage you to follow the links I'm providing to learn more about this amazingly perceptive and inspiring artist. Vic Chesnutt directly inspired one of my poems, and others less obviously. The song I'm posting for inspiration is a tremendous and heart-wrenching performance of "Granny," recorded only weeks before his death.
If you are inspired, another great performance is this one of "Flirted With You All My Life," a song about which Vic Chesnutt said to Terry Gross (on NPR's Fresh Air), "[y]ou know, I've attempted suicide three or four times. It didn't take." Tragically for those who loved him, he left us very soon after that interview.
Finally, if you get CRAZY inspired (and I hope you will!), Vic Chesnutt's Tiny Desk Concert (another NPR production) is wonderful. It's a commitment at about half an hour long, but it's a mesmerizing thirty minutes, in my book.
I look forward to your inspired writing, and to my own. Thank you, Toads. Friends.