Fix your mind on something fine
23 September 2013 § Leave a comment
One of my favourite things to do, aside from mocking haikus, writing haikus, and driving friends away from the study of philosophy by unstudied exuberance, is attending music festivals. Of course nothing can ever be as good as Merlefest, especially with three particular friends and three particular, rather starry humans—namely, Chris Thile and les frères Avett—yet yesterday’s twelve hour lark at Rhythm and Roots was its own realm of delight. After befriending the locals of the next village over (Johnson City), dancing to music was the only thing to do.
No more words should populate this post, as it concerns music. For a Flogging Molly-esque experience, a beautiful fiddler boy, and a study in how marriage and illegal alcohol production make your music better, see The Whiskey Gentry. (Also: never burn my still house down.) If you seek a spirit animal, a curiosity named Big Mike, or a song about Cherokees, see The Apache Relay. If your tastes tend more towards your pre-birth years and some wild times in Birmingham, listen to St Paul and the Broken Bones. You may weep when you listen to their music; it is absurdly good.
The last thing we saw was Spirit Family Reunion. These humans are beautiful, and their music is beautiful, and there must be some way for me to suddenly become related to all of them. They are from Brooklyn, which I have alternately attempted to ignore and to overcome.
The only sad thing now is having to wait another year to go again.