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Yep. cabinporn: “ Phil Elverum from the bands The Microphones and Mount Eerie lived here for a year in Anacortes, Washington. Phil’s description: “ There were squirrels inside in the mornings yelling for us to get out because the cabin had been so...

Phil Elverum from the bands The Microphones and Mount Eerie lived here for a year in Anacortes, Washington. Phil’s description:

There were squirrels inside in the mornings yelling for us to get out because the cabin had been so deeply reclaimed by the forest. Still, there were some excellent times here. Watching Law & Order on a laptop, mid-winter, and the computer shutting down because the battery was too cold. Knife throwing into a tree trunk for hours. Firewood rambles. Did the artwork for “Live In Japan” in there. Fried a weird fish on the outdoor campstove kitchen. Played Monopoly by kerosene lantern. Weird semi-pioneer time.

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(one of the best live albums ever)

from David Berman AMA

HEADSTONE:

“HE WAS CRESTFALLEN UNTIL HE WAS ABLE TO RATIONALIZE IT AS A GREAT MISTAKE”

“The stars don’t shine upon us / We’re in the way of their light”

“Love Comes Back” is one of the last songs Arthur Russell was working on before he became too ill to do much of anything. The version of it that appeared on Love Is Overtaking Me is a simple, keyboard and drum machine home recording that likely would have been reimagined and tinkered with endlessly had Arthur lived long enough to do so. While he still could, he sang the song to his partner Tom Lee every day, the significance of the lyrics becoming more and more meaningful as Russell came closer to death: “Love comes back / Being sad is not a crime / Once you know that / Love is back.”

For Arthur Russell, music was a constant and integral part of being alive, and there was nothing more powerful and expressive than a song, a voice, an instrument. Music could touch, heal and transform, and transcend even death.

Claire Rousay

A lot of folks want me to say that my queer and transgender identity influences my work. It isn’t untrue but I also think it isn’t as important to me as other individuals who belong to the same or similar identities. I guess I primarily identify as a broken person, a struggling person, a fuck up, a let down. Sometimes I feel like the whole world is out to get me. Sometimes I feel like the whole world is bowing at my feet.

I guess being flawed, unsure, and deeply human are more in line with whatever definition of “identity” we are talking about. If those things are my identity – I guess I just want to keep my head down and keep working. I work all day, every day. The only way to squash or maybe one day overcome these parts of myself is through working. I want to make things that connect me to other people.

“Sometimes I like to explore Google Earth. Its unhealthy, but I like to see how profoundly lucky I’m to be where I’m, at just this moment in history. Here I am, in my room, looking at a screen.”

—Road_To_Niflheim

Sometimes I’ve fantasized about including a clause in my will about having all traces of myself erased once I’m dead. Placing my songs in a detergent solution and leaving nothing but white sheets behind. But that’s nonsense, I know. Pure narcissism in disguise. What I leave to the world belongs to the world. I donate it to you like I donate my body to science. I will from now on carry a donor card in my wallet that says ”After my death – any song I’ve ever written and anything I’ve ever posted on my blog – may be used for the benefit of others. Take this old flesh, learn something from it. Carve in it. Tear it to pieces. Delete it if you want or frame it in a museum. Read my growth rings like a tree, my musical calcifications. Laugh with me and laugh at me. I was a human. No more, no less.”

—Jens Lekman

I wonder a lot of things about Lewis really. Remember when Light in the Attic found him? Someone commented: “He would pull up outside in a white Porsche and wander in wearing a dapper suit like on his album cover. Had a few chats with him and he mentioned he made music and how a woman took all his money from him at some point.” That’s where that quivering pain comes from, you can hear it! And he didn’t even want any of the profits from the reissues. “I’m not looking into coin. I’m not looking into anything. I’m just strumming my guitar. I just wish you guys all the best in the world.”