Today saw me surprised and lost, darkened and heartened alternately.
Today I have heard the Mumford & Sons album Sigh No More.
I…I don’t like it.
I’m sorry to say it but…I don’t like it. I was so disappointed to hear the songs I remember as so vividly beautiful, so simple and raw, seemingly processed through some 6-piece, big-band orchestra and a ‘FUCKING UNCONTROLLABLE BANJO PLAYER’ effect. Urrgh, “Who will kill the banjo player?” That should be a song.
Darkened, I turned to the internets at the early hours for redemption – rarely a good thing. This morning, for example, I reinitiated a long-dead forum discussion on whether space travel would ever be truly feasible in our lifetimes.
However, in doing so, I was forced to hunt through my massive unread feeds of music articles only to discover Mountain Man.
It seems to me I seem to be the luckiest man alive sometimes – I’ll often find myself staring down the dark end of balance only to be shifted back to the centre by a friend or force. Thank you universe. Thank you for giving me a Mountain Man to love.