Listen to ALWAYS COMING BACK TO YOU by Scott Walker.
Speaking of artists I'd like to devote a blog to, Scott Walker would rank high on the list. Certainly, someday soon we'll put together a series on Scott Walker and the 90s or something like that. Whatever we do, one of the essential arguments is that his music has always sounded best in the spring, in that period after it's not too cold and right before it's too hot.
In Texas (and probably everywhere else), that period of time is fleetingly short, and triggers huge amounts of nostalgia and regret. The good weather of spring is "over before it starts," it's "slipping through our fingers." Every good night out makes you question whether it's the last one as good, or whether you missed one even better the night before.
For some of us, Scott Walker is really good for that kind of weather. I'm not sure I can describe why that is, but something in the way he attacks this material (that even (especially?) when it was being recorded, was already a little quaint) with such conviction. Is he acting or is he not? What does he know that I don't? Scott makes you question your premises (and/or write fruity blog posts!)
Photo: Grey units (3).