Well, he was damn near supernatural.   Vic Chesnutt passed away. I've had it up to pretty high with musicians killing themselves,  but with Vic at least you got the sense he was doing his best.  This was no cry for help. Dude was sad, and in debt.

Thing is, he was friggen incredible.  I was hard on myself for nit picking Mcmurty, but there are numerous guys who put a higher bar on the quality of their work, and Vic's was the highest. Even the drunken "DRUNK!"s on Drunk were   purposeful. I suspect.  Damn his songs were so good every one who covered one of his songs sounded great (See sweet relief II). Even my boy Townes can't claim that.    Vic had number-bands sounding insightful.

Here is a dashed off playlist you have to listen to. It is no way definitive. In fact, it draws from far less than half of his catalog.

Supernatural 
When I Ran Off And Left Her  
Dodge
Naughty Fatalist 
Kick My Ass   
Onion Soup   
Guilty by Association   
Bug   
Florida    (And he hates florida too!)
Stupid Preoccupations 
Panic Pure  
West Of Rome
Flirted With You All My Life 
Giant Sands  
See You Around

So yeah.  Go  buy those tracks online somewhere and feast.

If I don't receive emails about his awesome enunciation, I know you haven't obeyed me. And I'll just say, as 'onion soup' just started playing over here,  that a lot of his songs are uplifing in their own way, and I am not just talking about the turn yourself inside out and so low that everything else is an improvement... no, sometimes he just nails quiet optimism.  Well, I won't call it optimism....

See you around Vic.