blah blah bon iver luv, michael

I realize that everyone in the entire world knows the story of how for emma, forever ago was created. justin and his heartbreak and the cabin and the winter and the amazing record that came from it all blah blah blah blah blah. but it is so beautiful and romantic and achingly real that it will never be played out. seriously, every time I hear any single song from that record, I fill up with feelings that, as fucking tender as it is, I've never felt before when listening to music. vernon's voice is just so desperate and calm and waveringly solid, if that jumble of paradoxes makes any sense. this isn't a rock star trying to make his next album or even some indie guy with a guitar trying to capture the attention of the blogosphere. the album feels like it almost wasn't a choice for vernon to write it. it's like he had to, or it burst out of him, or it floated out of him, or something. and sometimes he had the reins and it's all soft and bubbling. and sometimes he couldn't control the music twisting and grinding out of him and he yells and it is beautiful and something inside of my stomach unknots. because this music is true and strong and even soft.

with all your lies, you're still very lovable.