There are albums and songs that see us through times of turmoil and strife, and in doing so become central to our personal dignity, to borrow a line from Scott Walker.
In fact, it was during a week of such awfulness that I first listened to Scott Walker.
My obsession with him was not immediate, and it really could have been that I might have rejected him completely for being associated with such an ugly era.
But that didn’t happen.
And slowly, I began to deeper and deeper into his music to the point where I am sure I play something by him almost every day.
About three years ago, I experienced even more profound difficulties in life, and it was at that time I discovered an album on Drag City by Jessica Pratt called On Your Own Love Again