Let's talk about the kind of music that makes you think you could score an indie film better than the next guy, and even inspires you to start writing the screenplay to something heartbreaking enough to bring the tune to life, bring it to image.
I'm always the last one to discover the next heartbreak kid, but my renewed obsession with David Bazan of Pedro the Lion fame has opened my ear up to a bunch of knive-sharp melancholy these days, and the one that stepped first out of the hype machine to play me a little something to cry to was this guy. Who is he? Well, your guess is as good as mine.
Is he Justin Vernon? Is he DeYamond Edison? Is he Bon Iver? I think he's all of these and, whoever he is, he's my latest sad-eyed minstral. We sit together today, a Monday, and I hug my pillow and rub my feet together and whimper my fears to him, and he strokes my hair with lullabies like. "Flume" or "Skinny Love" over and over, as many times as I ask him to play.
I found it on the Hype Machine. You know the Hype Machine right? Oh, well, you should. Go find Bon Iver, and find anything else you think might be too cool for you to find first. You never know.
Here's a intimate little moment too:
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