Sparklehorse. A gentle giant and a modest man. In London a few years back, he seemed a fish out of water - a rural creature blinking awkwardly in the light. I loved the little world he managed to create from words and pictures and funny sounds.
Some of his songs with their references to frogs and owls and myrtle felt like a magical pagan americana.
Here is a Song for Mark - originally meant for someone else - but, under the circumstances, this time for him.