I missed the news that Michael Stipe will be producing a documentary about Vic Chesnutt.
Like documentaries about Roky Erickson, Gram Parsons and Townes Van Zandt, I imagine it will be hard to watch. But a year and a half after Chesnutt’s death, it’s often gut-wrenching to listen to his songs. I still do, though, and I’m sure I’ll buy the documentary when it’s released.
Until then:
