Piece of shit

on mark kozelek and "separating the art from the artist"

I’m walking through the snow in feels-like-zero degrees, wondering what’s so compelling about the male genius who also knows he’s a piece of shit who also knows he’s a genius.

There’s a bootleg performance of Mark Kozelek at the Great American Music Hall in 2004 that I’ve been listening to regularly for the last few months. Nearly every day this winter …