Sundays are reserved for Ella. That is, Ella Fitzgerald. I’ve always associated her music with the melancholy of Sundays and rain—her voice offering the last glimpse of hope one might feel before having to return to work on Monday.

Yet, this Sunday I deviated, and instead I listened to Scott Walker. This is after having watched the 2006 documentary, “Scott Walker: 30 Century Man”, which is currently streaming on Criterion. I always love learning about new artists, and now Scott Walker is another to join my roster of names that I’ve discovered late. Among them are singer-songwriter Judee Sill and Sixto Rodriguez, both of whom were neglected in their day.

Scott Walker, however, follows a different trajectory, in that he was well known in the 1960s when he recorded with The Walker Brothers (not brothers and none named Walker, they were a seeming ‘boy band’ at least superficially). He then went on to record his solo work, only to disappear and return wearing a baseball cap to release avant-garde songs. (In fact, it was believed that The Walker Brothers would become the next Beatles—wishful thinking, I suppose.)