Red House Painters - Songs For A Blue Guitar (1996)

It's 2 am, I'm partly drunk, I  wanted to kiss a girl tonight and glad that I didn't cause she was real drunk too, my close friend is in agonizing depression with no hope in sight, and Mark Kozelek is the biggest asshole in sadcore.
This is the only Red House Painters album I could really get into and circa may last year my favourite album to cut myself to for some reason. Honest melancholy songwriting with memorable hooks and excellent instrumentation, lyrics relating back to growing up and missing home, a departure from moody chorused acoustic tunes of the first few albums, hints of what was to come with sun kil moon.

Have you forgotten? How to love yourself?