really important.really important.
high-res photoI went down to the well to collect some water for the washing. When I returned to the cabin, Bon Iver was nowhere to be found. I called his name until my voice was hoarse, but heard nothing. Hours later he appeared at the front door with a knowing smile and a handful of licorice drops. He never told me where he’d been, and I never asked. He placed the licorice drops along my body and took his time savoring each one.
I asked Bon Iver to describe a perfect day. ‘We spend the morning picking wildflowers in the field near the one-room schoolhouse. When the sun is high, we find a shade tree, spread out our Navajo blanket, and share a salad of organic arugula and some rosemary bread I baked. You wear a picture hat and a linen romper. I bring my banjo and play all your favorite Woody Guthrie songs. In the evening, we smoke hand-rolled cigarettes and drink whiskey from a jam jar. When the whiskey’s gone and we’ve smoked our last cigarette, we make love on the back porch with only the light of the fireflies to see each other by.’
Bon Iver - Calgary [Acoustic]
