Just to round out the Will Oldham discussion, I first heard his music in 1996 when a college friend (Jay) gave me a copy of Viva Last Blues. Jay wrote a fanzine (Mud) and actually got Oldham on the phone for an interview. After that they kind of became pen pals, though I think they talked more about movies than music. Back then I couldn't imagine that the New Yorker would be devoting pages to him (just finished reading the article). I finally got to see him 3 or 4 years ago on the Superwolf tour with Matt Sweeney. His manner was as strange as his lyrics. It was a great show. This was the first song from Viva Last Blues that I latched on to. Like a lot of his songs, it seems fairly pleasant at first glance, but there's something kind of messy going on there somewhere.
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