As a long time admirer of Vic Chesnutt, I was pleased to finally get the chance to see the man himself at the Bronson Club near Ravenna.
Chesnutt was paralysed from the waist down by a car accident at 18 and his early albums were stark Lo-Fi works documenting a man on the edge of despair who wasn’t long for this world. One album from 1996 was even ominously entitled ‘About To Choke’. Continue reading
