Ten years ago the man behind Sparklehorse, Mark Linkous, took his own life.
I still find myself scouring news articles, looking for reasons, asking the cosmic question 'WHY?' Mark's music was intensely beautiful, but in a creepy way that always seemed to leave the door ajar to another reality. He was psychedelic, but in the most understated and subtle ways - no easy feat.
He'll always be one of my favorite artists - a true inspiration - and yet I'm feeling very sorry for the pain he has surely sowed into his loved ones that remain. I wish he could've found the strength to continue, to rail against his personal problems with the intensity of a life well-lived. I can identify... I struggle all-to-often with a similar challenge.
I miss him and was really looking forward to his future musical projects. Now all I'm left with is the acute understanding that the recordings he left behind are more haunting, beautiful, and sad than ever...