Not much to say, really, except the obvious: this is just fucking sad. I remember buying Scott 4 years ago and thinking there isn't a song more beautiful, and disturbing, than "The Old Man's Back Again". I was enamoured by the voice and the sound. Late at night, he would do Bergman before I saw Bergman. He would do Camus before I read Camus. Later still, he would do Bowie in Berlin before Bowie came to Berlin. Later still, he would do Tilt. The Drift. Bish Bosch. And I would still be enamoured.
He was one of the greatest.
