Humorous by-lines on a postcard to our usual address.I've already mentioned Bon Iver in a previous post, I know, but I don't feel I gave due weight to the level of fucking excellence that I'm experiencing in his album.
It is, quite simply, making me ache. In a literal sense - I'm feeling those dreadful yet exquisite nausea/panic attacks that you get when you first fall in love with someone.
I shit you not. That is how beautiful it is.
Buy him, revel in him and, in due course, revere him.
Bon Iver - For Emily, Forever Ago
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