You know what? There’s nothing I want to blog about today. I’m not outraged. I’m not thinking about bigger pictures. Well, I am, but nothing I can write about here (see point seven yesterday).
So, here’s something for you. And for ManFriend, even though he’s unlikely to be near a computer for a week. It’s from the Decemberists’ latest album, The King is Dead, which is starting to rival The Hazards of Love in my affections. And that’s a big call, because Hazards is a masterpiece of songwriting that shits all over anything else you’ll ever hear. It’s a prog-rock opera concept album by an indie-folk-rock group. And you just mind your scoffing there, my friend. My mate Braz gave it to one of his metal mates who said it was one of the best albums ever made. So there. Genre-crossing genius.
Anyway, June Hymn is one of those beautiful songs that make you stop. And just listen: