#midweekconfessional on scott hutchison. . . . this week - on may 11th - it will be one year since i heard the news that scott hutchison died. singer/songwriter/guitarist for the band frightened rabbit, i first discovered his music when @frabbits opened for death cab in toronto (july 2011). and while i never met scott, it almost felt like it, as every lyric + chord exuded such profound honesty/unpretentiousness. perhaps it's that when the voice (or soul) of a person is preserved in the recording of a song, if we spend enough time listening to the music one's created, it's like they become somewhat of a constant companion or faithful friend. and because scott was so open about dark/difficult things - effectively short-circuiting the fakery that often typifies human interaction - the shock of his loss was akin to losing someone close (who had poetically confided so many deeply personal things to his audience over the years). he is missed - not only for the music he made with frightened rabbit, owl john + mastersystem, but also for his daring to be real/honest with people (without making it a spectacle). in his second-to-last public post on twitter (may 8, 2018), he wrote: "be so good to everyone you love. it's not a given. i'm so annoyed that it's not. i didn't live by that standard and it kills me. please, hug your loved ones." i must try harder. . . . #rabbitremembrance #maketinychanges https://www.instagram.com/p/BxM2Jl0npFv/?igshid=1d60r9cwhundr
