Sparklehorse

A decade ago, Mark Linkous almost joined the long list of self-medicating rockers found dead in hotel rooms; he overdosed in a hotel bathroom and passed out with his legs pinned underneath him for fourteen hours. When doctors finally straightened out his limbs, he had a heart attack and was declared medically dead—if only for a few seconds. Fortunately, Linkous still walks among us, and makes the kind of music that might groove the dead: trance-y and wistful, with the barest whisper of a backbeat. His latest album, Dreamt For Light Years In The Belly Of A Mountain, finds him occupying a hazy border territory somewhere between Daniel Johnston and Tom Waits: a little bit crazy; a little bit crazy like a fox. 612-332-1775; www.first-avenue.com