Yours Truly

Kurt Vile

As if carried in by gusts of southern wind, Kurt Vile appeared at my doorstep, cigarette flickering out in one hand, worn out guitar case in the other. His long hair reminded me of an era I once adored and it covered my perception of him in an apparitional white sheet. Thus, when he sat down in my room to play some songs, a chill trickled down my spine. But, when he began playing his guitar – fingers crawling fast like a spider after prey – that chill began to warm my soul. His songs were as rustic as the wooden walls, as ghostly as the lifeless leaves at his feet, and as nostalgic as the photographs pinned to the wall.

Thanks to Nic Pope for these recordings, Lydia Fine for this gorgeous setting, Shannon, Garth, Rawley, the MTV Hive crew, and Matt Pinfield for rocking with us!

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