Purple Mountains (RIP David Berman, August 2019)

this AMA was just a few weeks ago:

https://www.reddit.com/r/indieheads/comments/cdjakw/purple_mountains_ama/

Wow. This is so sad. :( I’d really only become familiar with him over the past few months due to this recent release and the surrounding press. He seemed like a very special person. RIP.

This fucking sucks

man this is sad. honestly I haven't listened to silver jews in years and years and years and hadn't even gotten around to hearing the new album. Despair is a real thing.

"HEADSTONE:

HE WAS CRESTFALLEN UNTIL HE WAS ABLE TO RATIONALIZE IT AS A GREAT MISTAKE"

too horrible to even deal with

The new album seemed to be about getting old. And this seems vulgar, but they’d just added a date in LA. So right now it’s just a shock for me. Fuuuuuuuck.

"On the last day of your life, don’t forget to die..."

made me take the record off the turntable. I'm not sure I can listen to these records for a while.

"...something's added to the air, forever"

idk

the ringer interview linked above basically suggested that he was living in absolute hell

in an interview a few months ago he said about the album (paraphrasing here) "it's not a cry for help, but something more like my way of offering what help I can."

I understood.

i just dug out my old CD of American Water, i couldn't make it through the album and had to turn it off.

this is very sad. actual air is the only book of poetry i've ever given as a gift. Loved this man's words amd music.

it's hard for me to imagine how deeply people must experience depression

Reading that reddit thread and imagining the depth of pain that can’t be eased by such an outpouring of gratitude and affirmation and love.

Some darknesses for some people are just indelible, and exhausting.

I didn’t know about my friend DCB when I wrote this must have been in the air .His death is fucking dark ..depression is crippling.. he was a one of a kinder the songs he wrote were his main passion esp at the end. Hope death equals peace cuz he could sure use it

— Stephen malkmus (@dronecoma) August 8, 2019

fuuuck man it seemed so cool that he was getting out there again in such an auspicious fashion. going to miss the absolute hell out of this guy

Many good and kind words here.

https://pitchfork.com/news/david-berman-remembered-by-silver-jews-collaborator-bob-nastanovich-deerhunter-more/

Who knows, but I can only imagine the complete change of daily habits that go with dozens of profiles coming out about your life and your work, getting it right or not, plus everything that goes into starting a tour for the first time in forever. So much pressure and just being out in the world, even with stellar reviews and shows sold out (I had two tix for them in Chicago).

Huh, and related to that, just saw this quoted (by Howe Gelb on Instagram) from a 2006 Pfork Berman interview:

He talked to Pitchfork about his stance on performing in 2005, “I believe that intermittent live performance has cut short the writing lives of touring musicians. If you are making an argument with history you don’t waste your energy and brain cells on sales, publicity, relentless travel, and other adjoining tasks. The less my body moves, the more energy my brain has to write.”

*2005 interview

I wonder if he reached out to, or reconciled with, his dad in some way before the end. I can’t help but think about his dad losing his son.

oh no, just seen this. that’s terrible. fuck. all those wonderful lyrics.

goddam it’s so sad.

This is a tough one. Sometimes as I get older I feel an impulse to accept people's suicides, like "Maybe it's ok if someone doesn't want to be alive anymore." But when someone who continued to write so beautifully until the end somehow "doesn't want to be alive anymore" it's especially hard to accept and leaves me at a loss. I guess he suffered a lot and the suffering wouldn't end for him, and nothing about writing beautifully changed that.

Heartbroken pic.twitter.com/DuEmHrd1l4

— 3 Songs Podcast (@3songspod) August 8, 2019

i rewatched the Slow Century the other night, on a lark. it's all on YouTube.

Berman's in the background of all that old footage.

also, Bob is just the best.

Bob, DCB and SM forevah

This is devastating

Beneath the bitching and the bickering
When I try to drown my thoughts in gin
I find my worst ideas know how to swim

RIP David Berman.

this is bad :(

i felt like with this new Purple Mountains album he was on his way to become 'our' Leonard Cohen.

It is a certain hill
the one I imagine when I hear the word "hill"
and if the apocalypse turns out
to be a world-wide nervous breakdown
if our five billion minds collapse at once
well I'd call that a surprise ending
and this hill would still be beautiful
a place I wouldn't mind dying
alone or with you.

man this is terrible :(

Oh no. :(

RIP.

I've never really engaged with his work or been particularly motivated to do so, but I'm listening to the Purple Mountains album now and realising I was wrong in that. RIP.

RIP

I visited Philadelphia earlier this year and saw the American Water building across the Delaware, which immediately made me think of Berman and that fantastic album. Totally inconsequential but the kind of humdrum revelation that he seemed to be able to capture in his lyrics.

Fuck. Fuck. This really, really hurts.

I feel so grateful for the art he created. His music touched a rarely accessible place in my soul; the way he combined humour, melancholy, truth....his storytelling...while having a distinct, original artistic voice. All of the things I most look for and value about art can be found consistently throughout his work. And his new album...just, one of those records that came along when I was starting to doubt whether music could have the kind of impact on me that it once did, and reminded me that the old feeling is still possible.

He had more knockout couplets and one-liners than any other lyricist I can think of. His lyrics are a constant part of my internal monologue. Like sometimes I'll think of a random Jews lyric and just smile. Thank you, David.

Ah christ - that's some horrible news to wake to. The P in RIP never made so much sense.

Nastanovich’s quote in the pitchfork rememberances really hits home:

It was enlightening to have such a talented friend at a young age and realize that the talent wasn’t always a blessing.

real mc recognize real mc

rest in peace to the great David Berman 😞

— el-p (@therealelp) August 8, 2019

I have no words for this, really. I was going to see him play on Monday, and was looking forward to it, having never gotten a chance to catch the joos. I'd been listening to the new album a ton since it came out. I don't know if I can listen to it again for a while.

The dead know what they are doing when they leave this world behind.

A little spooky, as if he had planned it in advance...

Definitely. The whole song comes off as foreboding in hindsight:

And as much as we might like to seize the reel and hit rewind
Or quicken our pursuit of what we're guaranteed to find
When the dying's finally done and the suffering subsides
All the suffering gets done by the ones we leave behind
All the suffering gets done by the ones we leave behind

Some of the heaviest lyrics on the album, for sure. I hadn't really fully finished processing a lot of parts of the record (and now it will probably be a very long time before I return to it, if ever), but up until yesterday I'd bean hearing those lyrics as an argument against suicide, an indictment of it from someone who'd been there and only in hindsight understands the magnitude & consequences. Now I feel like a dope for thinking that, like I was grafting an optimistic reading onto it to make myself feel good. I dunno. Today that verse just reads like a blunt statement of fact. Awful.

I went through the exact same process.

Just miserable at this news. My favourite living songwriter, and now he isn't. Sound-magic & richness of all those lyrics. So many ways of being brilliant.

I'd been treating it as an out-the-other-side album, but it wasn't, obviously. Peace to you, DB.

I listened to Purple Mountains for the first time this morning. I hadn't realized the whole thing was on Spotify yet. I had heard Margaritas at the Mall first and kinda waved it off. I wasn't really ready to hunker down with David Berman in the excitement of early summer. Oh my god, what a record.

I never listened to his shit, as WORDS WORDS WORDS is not really my preference… but I hung out with him 2 or 3 times, and found him to be very engaging, not in the least sadsack… at the time, I very much hated my boss, and when I was introduced to him and I told him where I worked, he asked me why my boss is such a asshole, and launched into a diatribe about how unpleasant she was…he and got along great afterwards…

I hadn't taken the time with the Purple Mountains record until now, sadly, and fuck, it's good. It has some of his best lyrics ever. It has cringey moments too, the way a suicidal person's self-pity often does, where you just want to scream "No! You don't have to see things that way!" but you know that something in their chemistry or their soul just makes it that they can't help it. But the best moments are so good.

And yeah, the suicide note aspects are all over it, sadly. He's pretty frank and straightforward about how he came to feel about his life and it's gut-wrenching.

why can't monsters
get along with other monsters?