When I was a teenager, I was in love with an Irish boy I met at a summer camp. He sent me beautiful love letters. He told me Tilt by Scott Walker was amazing. I bought the albums he recommended. I bought the Tilt CD. I convinced myself I liked it. I wanted to have such esoteric taste in music. I still want to be half as cool as I thought that boy was.
Scott Walker’s death was announced today. I’m listening to Tilt now, in retrospect. I was more into chaotic music as a teenager than as an adult, but I’m finding more genuine appreciation of Tilt now.
In retrospect, the only person to write me love letters was a fuckboi.