At the beginning of this month, August Brown wrote for the Los Angeles Times‘ music blog:

If you ever need a clear example of the institutionalized cruelty of the American healthcare system, ask Vic Chesnutt.

After a car crash left him a paraplegic as a teen, the Georgia singer-songwriter beat long odds to become one of the great wits of contemporary art-folk. . . .

But there’s an albatross that follows Chesnutt from the door of his home to every show he plays. Though he’s currently insured, an accumulating stream of nearly $70,000 worth of unpaid hospital bills is threatening to swallow much of his livelihood as a songwriter. . . .

. . . “I was making payments, but I can’t anymore and I really have no idea what I’m going to do. It seems absurd they can charge this much. When I think about all this, it gets me so furious. I could die tomorrow because of other operations I need that I can’t afford. I could die any day now, but I don’t want to pay them another nickel.”

Brown also noted that Chesnutt’s latest album contains a song (“Flirted With You All My Life,” shown in the video) that is “a kind of a breakup letter to Chesnutt’s own thoughts of ending his life”:

“I’ve been a suicidal person all my life, and that song is me finally being ‘Screw you, death,’ ” Chesnutt said.

Today comes word that Chesnutt is in a coma, following an apparent suicide attempt.

Our best wishes to Chesnutt for a possible recovery, and to his family and friends.  And Merry Christmas to all, happy and unhappy alike, with hopes that we may all continue the fight together in the new year.