I am deep in the throes of a mad, passionate music crush. I discovered Chris Bathgate's Tiny Desk concert on NPR a few months ago and had to download Salt Year immediately. I held off on A Cork Tale Wake until this week. Now I can't stop listening. Salt Year is spare and plaintive, the kind of music that resonates in your bones.
Kind of perfect for the exquisite bleakness of a Utah winter--it's music born of suffering. Strangely, that's what I like listening to when I'm content.
I also just really admire his skills as a musician and a writer. He's smart, in a way that I have no hope of ever being. I love watching him loop this song, Borders.
It cuts out there at the end, but dang. I could think for a thousand years and never come up with something that beautiful.
So, I'm evangelizing for him around here. Partially because I think everyone's life would be a little better if accompanied by his work. But mostly because I want him to come to Utah the next time he swings by the west coast. Good luck, I know. I really want to hear him play live, and I'm not going to make it back to Michigan anytime soon. So go to chrisbathgate.org and download away. Worth every penny.
Here's the Tiny Desk performance, too. Enjoy...
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