Probabilmente il tentativo di un suicidio alla vigilia di Natale. Le prime informazioni le scrive su Twitter la sua grande amica Kristin Hersh (Throwing Muses): “No calls in the night-well, only to talk about how much we love vic-and no news is good news…if we lose him i’ll have lost my equilibrium. Yeah, i can tell you what i know, but no one knows much: another suicide attempt, looks bad, coma–if he survives, there may be brain damage. This time, it’s real scary: *this* time, he left a note, *this* time, he asked them to call me”. La caduta nel coma (“Vic took an overdose of muscle relaxants”). Quindi la notizia della morte che si rincorre col fiato sospeso tra voci, smentite e (quasi) conferme. La giornata di Natale passata con gli occhi lucidi e la sua musica in sottofondo. Quindi nel tardo pomeriggio le dichiarazioni dell’amico-regista Jem Cohen (“Vic Chesnutt is not dead. I am with him at the hospital in Georgia, and while he is in serious coma, we do not know what the outcome will be. Vic has survived serious comas in the past. Please do not report misinformation. You owe that to his family and friends, as well as to journalistic ethics. Thank you. Jem Cohen”) che si sommano alle nuove che arrivano dalla Hersh via Twitter e leggibili anche sul suo sito ufficiale (“you people are so full of love-thank you for sending it vic and tina’s way-the situation is complex and sad, but there’s still a little hope. The biggest mistake anybody could make about Vic is to assume he’s weak…he’s the strongest person i know”.
Poi l’arrivo della notizia che non vorresti mai. Vic Chesnutt è morto. Alle 14:59 del giorno di Natale. Dalla Constellation (la sua etichetta): “Surrounded by family and friends, Vic Chesnutt died in Athens Georgia this afternoon, Friday 25 December at 14:59. In the few short years that we knew him personally, Vic transformed our sense of what true character, grace and determination are all about. Our grief is inexpressible and Vic’s absence unfathomable. We will make more information available according to the wishes of Vic’s family and friends. Don and Ian”.
Il New York Times: “Vic Chesnutt, a singer-songwriter whose music dealt with mortality and black humor, died on Friday in a hospital in Athens, Ga., a spokesman for his family said. He was 45 and lived in Athens. He had been in a coma after taking an overdose of muscle relaxants earlier this week, said the family spokesman, Jem Cohen. In a two-decade career, Mr. Chesnutt sang darkly comic and often disarmingly candid songs about death, vulnerability, and life’s simple joys. A car accident when he was 18 left him a quadriplegic, but he has said that the accident focused him as a musician and a poet”.
“I flew around a little room once.” A line from Supernatural. He was just that. He possessed an unearthly energy and yet was humanistic with the common man in mind. He was entirely present and entirely somewhere else. A mystical somewhere else. A child and an old guy as he called himself. Before he made an album he said he was a bum. Now he is in flight bumming round beyond the little room. With his angel voice”. Patti Smith dec 25 2009
“In 1991 i moved to athens georgia in search of god, but what I discovered instead was vic chesnutt. hearing his music completely transformed the way i thought about writing songs, and i will forever be in his debt.” Jeff Mangum, neutral milk hotel
“Vic was our Keats, our Nina Simone. There will never be another like him”. Guy Picciotto, guitarist, Fugazi/ the Vic Chesnutt Band
“Years ago upon discovery, West of Rome consoled me when I was going under. A life saver with the straight story. I followed since then from a distance. Vic was a unique being, mind, voice. No one spoke or made music like that, with that particular timbre, vocabulary and perception. Fierce and direct or levitated, whimsical and ornamental, he always cut to the bone. And past that, to the soul. Its a shame. A national tragedy, when you look at the issues being faced”. Mark McElhattan / Film curator, New York Film Festival
“We have lost one of our great ones.” Michael Stipe