The last time I gushed over Okkervil River was a couple years ago, with the release of The Stage Names, an album that fully blindsided me and still makes me ache. (Go get it. Really. Please?)
Today my gush concerns 2005’s Black Sheep Boy, an album that was much gushed-over upon its release, but didn’t stick with me at the time. I finally gave it the good, close listen it deserved (glued to a seat on a late-night flight–a wonderful space for moody, sad music), and it broke my heart the way it’ll break yours.
Okkervil River – Black from Black Sheep Boy
[unbelievably sweet photo by Michael LaCalameto]
http://www.myspace.com/okkervilriver
Bonus Spun And Alone
The soft-hearted machismo of the touring musician.
Okkervil River: “A Girl In Port”
