![]() But while others will scour his lyrics for references of unhappiness or suicide, I will write a Vic Chesnutt concert review where he is alive and ornery and melodic and full of the piss and vinegar friends and fans loved so much about the man.Ĭhesnutt cursed the “sons of bitches” in his band before the technically-delayed performance to showcase his crackling At the Cut. This is a man whose music I admired, a man whom I interviewed, talked with on the phone and shook hands with less than month before his untimely death. But seriously, how can it not? Like most music fans, I was saddened when I learned Vic Chesnutt slipped into a coma on Christmas Eve after an overdose of muscle relaxants and then devastated by his death the next day. ![]() I promised myself this concert review would not become a eulogy, goddammit.
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