King of Pain
Vic Chesnutt’s “Flirted With You All My Life,” from At the Cut, in three sentences:
1) This is glorious death through rightful eyes.
2) Majesty is upon us in the confluence of strings, hi-hat rat-a-tats, and deliberate bass notes floated over with electric guitar.
3) When Chesnutt sings, “Ohhhhhh … death,” Blind Willie Johnson groans “Dark Was the Night, Cold Was the Ground” from his grave.
“Flirted With You All My Life”
