august of 2016.
I was sitting peacefully next to a confluent river, listening to the rhythms of the Water merge with the sounds of Bon Iver playing their new album; 22 A Million, at the Eaux Claires festival in Eau Claire, WI.
It was a weirdly wild night, Justin Vernon had just interrupted the highly anticipated debut show to insist that medics respond to a hurt festival go-er down in the teeming mass of apologetic & positive midwestern hippies and hipsters alike at the front of the stage.
“He needs help man.”
Vernon barked with a tone designed to accelerate but not berate, and then closed his eyes and sent out a slow breath that was emphasized by the microphone. the muffled susurration of the man who wore the metaphorical (and sometimes literal) mantle of the festival echoed and washed over the receptive crowd; the sharp moment soothing into a softer one as he spoke.
“everybody okay out there?”
june of 2018
I listen to 33 “GOD” in silicon valley, california. spending my days in bright, green hushed daylight. capturing 30 FPS 4K Slo Mo videos of feeding hummingbirds and reading books about chronosociology. it’s a weirdly wild feeling. the bay area feels confluent in the same vein as sitting bankside along the Chippewa river in Wisconsin.
a feeling of beginnings & endings interlaced, emotions older than myself, places bigger than this world. and a capacity for greatness that has not been seen in this world, for a long, long, time.
everybody okay out there?
Song: 33 God by Bon Iver