You really should stop what you're doing right now and read former Dallas Observer music editor Sarah Hepola's essay about Carter Albrecht. Because she perfectly captures the Carter everyone knew, even if they barely knew him at all:
Around the time I moved to New York, Carter started playing with the New Bohemians. He came up to the city to do some recording with Edie Brickell, and called me one night to hang out. (Me! He called me!) I was at a Rhett Miller show at the Bowery Ballroom, and I didn’t hear the phone ring. But I’ll never forget sitting at the front bar with two girlfriends when the doors bust open and Carter Albrecht walked in, all six-foot-god-knows-what. “I thought I might find you here,” he said.
“Oh my God,” the girls said, practically at once. “Who the hell IS THAT?”
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Yeah, that was Carter. --Robert Wilonsky