by / March 9th, 2010 /

Memories of Mark Linkous

Although on the other side of the world at the moment, I am distraught over the news of Mark Linkous’ death. When I was starting out in music journalism, I approached the man in Whelan’s during a sound check, saying that I was a writing for an independent music magazine and could he meet for an interview. He said that that was no problem and we agreed to go for a coffee the morning after his first of two shows in Whelan’s. I gave him a copy of Dubliners by James Joyce, and he told me that he loved Ulysses and that it had inspired the song ‘Three Sisters’ on Vivadixiesubmarinetransmissionplot.

I can only describe him as one of those rare people who make you look at the world differently. He was softly spoken and warm, telling me all about his work with PJ Harvey, Tom Waits, Dangermouse, Radiohead, Daniel Johnston and many others, his aspirations to work with Bonnie Prince Billy and his struggle with depression. He also let on that he was very serious about his coffee, that he had forgotten how beautiful Irish girls were and that playing in Whelan’s felt like coming home. He had also been a champion of Gemma Hayes and took great interest in Irish music in his early years.

I have savoured his music ever since Good Morning Spider which I bought on a whim one day in HMV years ago. Its predecessor Vivadixiesubmarinetransmissionplot, and follow up It’s A Wonderful Life are masterpieces. He could be as delicate as gossamer and violent as a tornado. Linkous created a world in his music that was dreamlike, distorted and achingly beautiful, but with a bruised frustration and anxiety. His lyrics dripped like melted butter, and evoked a dimension not dissimilar to a Tim Burton film. “I drank white liqour from the palm of a child who spoke in tongues”, he sings on’ King Of Nails’.

He had recently said that his next album would be ‘pure pop’, something I was looking forward to. However, it was clear listening to last year’s Dark Night of The Soul, produced with Danger Mouse, David Lynch and a host of rock royalty, that all was not well and Linkous’ shadow behind the eyes had returned.

I have never shed tears over the death of an artist before, but I did today in a little internet cafe in Pokhora in Nepal. On a 3-hour bus journey from Kathmandu to Pokhora just two days ago, I was hungover as fuck and wanted something soothing to accompany me on the bumpy ride. I listened to It’s A Wonderful Life, from start to finish, for the first time in many years, and thought about how singular a man he was, and how gorgeously fragile his music was. 48 hours later, a friend emailed me with the news.

Life will carry on, new albums will win me over and music will continue to enchant me. But never like Sparklehorse does. Not in the way Linkous could. A sad and beautiful world indeed.

  • Really lovely tribute Hilary!

  • Emmet

    A very fitting article State. Extremely shocked and saddened when I heard the news on Sunday. A genuine & honest musician who made beautiful music and will be sorely missed.

  • Lisa

    Really excellent (and poignant) post, Hilary!

  • Keith

    Your words are always heartfelt and honest, whether it be an artist you despise or one you adore, in this they’re also heartbreaking.

  • Gerard

    What a lovely tribute, Hilary. And what a loss.

  • Wonderful tribute Hilary, nice one.

  • Simon

    great article – i met him on the pavement outside the olympia after his gig in 2001 – he offered us whiskey and we chatted about what we were listening to at the time – he was wearing a fantastic stetson and came across as a very down to earth and genuine guy. A huge loss – ‘hundreds of sparrows’ from good morning spider is one of the most beautiful songs ever written

  • Quint

    Lovely article, Aoife. Quite moving and your emotional attachment to his music really comes across..It’s a major loss to music as he had a unique take on the world and on his approach to music. I loved the imagery his lyrics evoked and the way his songs would veer from a kind of gentle fragility and poignancy to really distorted, noisy dirges…Glad I got to see him live in Whelans a few years back…

  • Marie

    A really nice article with a lot of sincerity!

  • Great article. Terrible tragedy. What an artist….

  • Allen

    Fair play, a fitting tribute

  • Wow. Beautiful words. A terrible loss. I feel blessed to have seen him play in some lovely intimate venues in San Francisco.

  • deanna

    Beautiful tribute. So sad when some people burn so bright and the light goes out far too soon. You really feel that absence.