I'm a sucker for a hard luck story like Skip Spence and Dennis Wilson. For some reason, those with internal struggles that become dramatic external struggles lend some credibility to the artist, make them real, human and ignite a desire to learn more. Joplin / Cobain / Spence, etc. My dad was a big Moby Grape fan. He saw them at the Fillmore, even got one of the posters at the show. The only reason that I'm familiar with SS is due to my dad and I remember when SS died. He was written up in so many papers, it was kinda big news in pop culture. And then came the tributes to him, one of which was Beck, who my dad knew I was a fan of. Tho I don't think I had heard this album in its entirety until now, Skip Spence and this album became common ground for us to connect. And listening to the album it's almost as if you can hear the voices in his head, and the noise of the silence. This is one of those albums that I'll listen to long after 1001 has ended, of which I mostly credit my dad.