“I flew around a little room once.” A line from Supernatural.
He was just that. He possessed an unearthly energy and
yet was humanistic with the common man in mind. He was
entirely present and entirely somewhere else. A mystical
somewhere else. A child and an old guy as he called himself.
Before he made an album he said he was a bum. Now he
is in flight bumming round beyond the little room. With his
—Patti Smith dec 25 2009
“in 1991 i moved to athens georgia in search of god, but what I discovered instead was vic chesnutt. hearing his music completely transformed the way i thought about writing songs, and i will forever be in his debt.”
—Jeff Mangum, neutral milk hotel
Vic was our Keats, our Nina Simone. There will never be another like him.
—Guy Picciotto, guitarist, Fugazi/ the Vic Chesnutt Band
Years ago upon discovery, West of Rome consoled me when I was going under. A life saver with the straight story. I followed since then from a distance. Vic was a unique being, mind, voice. No one spoke or made music like that, with that particular timbre, vocabulary and perception. Fierce and direct or levitated, whimsical and ornamental, he always cut to the bone. And past that, to the soul. Its a shame. A national tragedy, when you look at the issues being faced.
—Mark McElhattan / Film curator, New York Film Festival
“We have lost one of our great ones.”