A different kind of experiment, but mount eerie, who for me is generally boring, pushed the singer-songwriter 'singing your emotions' thing to a limit by making an album dealing very explicitly and without any artiface or cover with the recent death of his wife. It's unsurprisingly a sad thing to listen to and I do wonder a bit about how he feels now about having put it out got the world to see. But while I don't get much out of it now on a relisten, at the time it felt like a very pure thing. The disappointment with singer-songwriter stuff is that in the end its often hollow and fake; the promise is a kind of emotional intimacy but generally it feels like a simulation of that. The experiment with that mount eerie album is that there's no attempt to dress up the sadness as something profound, the pain is unmediated.