From the posthumous album “Sketches for My Sweetheart the Drunk” after is accidental death by drowning. While I’m all for his rendition of “Hallelujah” (one of my favorite covers), I think that this album would have been even better than anything else he’d done, if Jeff hadn’t died prematurely.
He was unhappy with how it was going, and may have axed more than a few of the songs if he had lived to see it completed — but I appreciate how his mother insisted that they didn’t pretty up the tracks if Sony wanted to release it. Essentially, the ultimatum was: release as is, or not at all.
I’d probably get along with her.
There are more catchy tracks on the album, but I was in the mood to share this particular one. “The Sky is a Landfill”, “Everybody Here Wants You”, and “Yard of Blonde Girls” is more to his earlier style of performing and liked more by the critics. But, screw critics.