Goodbye for now Mr. Molina.
Jason Molina died a few days ago of alcohol related organ failure. I’m usually pretty callous to this sort of departure, but for some strange reason the fact had me crying in a coffee shop. The album Ghost Tropic specifically has been a really important record in my life for the ethereal depth of field within the recording itself and the undeniable transfer of anxious sorrow. If you’ve never heard this record before, i would encourage you to absorb this song with headphones, close your eyes and let your body burn away in emphatic reverence.
pitchfork once said of it… “Ghost Tropic (…) sounds as though it were recorded live in a haunted hut somewhere in an Ecuadorian rainforest. At night.”
absolutely fucking harrowing.
Songs: Ohia “The body burned away” from Ghost Tropic