IT WAS A WONDERFUL LIFE
I was very sorry to hear of the death of Mark from Sparklehorse. A gentle giant and a modest man. In London a few years back, he seemed a fish out of water – a rural creature blinking awkwardly in the light. I loved the little world he managed to create from words and pictures and funny sounds.
Some of his songs with their references to frogs and owls and myrtle felt like a magical pagan americana.
Here is a Song for Mark – originally meant for someone else – but, under the circumstances, this time for him.