Frightened Rabbit (and Owl John) seem to have a limited following here; it was, surprisingly, the only thing BriCameron and I agreed on.
Scott Hutchison, and his music, mean the world to me. He went missing this morning, leaving some cryptic tweets that may lead to the conclusion he was going to do a Richey Manic.
This has upset me greatly; possibly more than it should to rational observers, but greatly nonetheless.
Since the first time I heard his music, I felt that there was someone writing really fucking good music, but with lyrics that showed he “got” it.
What was “it”? At a big picture level, mental health struggles. Relationship issues. Mental health and relationships. Just the struggle of being some days. He has an ability to express in a few lyrics stuff that I’ve struggled to explain to therapists and loved ones, and I like to think I’m articulate. I think I’ve written before about being reduced to tears hearing The Woodpile.
But it wasn’t just buckets of misery. It sounded, frankly, glorious. Layers of guitars and keyboards. Drums that could move effortlessly from subtle shading to banging the living fuck out of them. Slow, fast, ruminative, declarative, pleading, it all sounded great.
And the concerts….I’ve reviewed all the FR gigs I’ve seen, but I wanted to reflect on the last one, which has been close to the front of my mind today. The previous gig at the 930 Club had been…mixed. Crowd had been so-so, and Scott had been grumpy.
This last one? A huge apology, and then a massive love fest. He was struggling with a cold, and it mattered not a jot. There was such a feeling of positivity from the band and the crowd it just swept everyone along. A band, and an artist, being loved.
I hope he’s OK; it seems he isn’t well. I don’t care if there isn’t another Frightened Rabbit, or Owl John, or Mastersystem release. I really just hope that man who brought such joy and happiness to everyone by channeling his struggles can see himself to safety and recover and be as well as he can be.
There are very few artists I say “I love”. I loved Big Country. I love Scott Hutchison in all his incarnations. I hope he knows I am one of thousands who feel that way and that it can help him in some way.
And, for God’s sake, if you know someone who struggles, reach out and give them something. And if you feel this way sometimes, take care of yourself, and find your place of safety.
Be safe Scott. I love you.