About nine years ago, I was living in a rented duplex in
Atlanta's hip Morningside neighborhood, a long-time Rolling Stone
subscriber (which I have since let lapse), and in search of
dark, smoky music. I read about Morphine in RS, and
discovered that it was exactly what I was looking for. I
purchased Cure For
Pain, quickly followed it with their debut, Good,
and later bought Yes
and Like
Swimming as they were released.
Like most Morphine fans, I was shocked last year when I
learned that Mark Sandman had collapsed and died onstage.
Now the surviving members of Morphine have released The
Night, the album they had just completed before Sandman's
death. I'm buying it.