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fuckyeahthemountaingoats: (via valerie2776) This is going to be weird, but here goes anyway. When I saw this photo I flipped out. You could say it set a switch off in my brain. I went to Flickr, downloaded the photo, and put it straight onto my phone as desktop wallpaper. (How crazy is it that telephones have desktop wallpaper now? And how long is it since “desktop wallpaper” was a completely meaningless concept? Living in the future is amazing.) Now every time I go to use my phone it reminds me to be awesome and also makes me grin a big stupid grin. And all those split seconds of joy really add up over the course of a day. There’s not really a conclusion here. I’m just happy.

fuckyeahthemountaingoats:

(via valerie2776)

This is going to be weird, but here goes anyway.

When I saw this photo I flipped out. You could say it set a switch off in my brain. I went to Flickr, downloaded the photo, and put it straight onto my phone as desktop wallpaper.

(How crazy is it that telephones have desktop wallpaper now? And how long is it since “desktop wallpaper” was a completely meaningless concept? Living in the future is amazing.)

Now every time I go to use my phone it reminds me to be awesome and also makes me grin a big stupid grin. And all those split seconds of joy really add up over the course of a day.

There’s not really a conclusion here. I’m just happy.

underwater peacocks on the front lawn

The National’s next album is coming out on 4AD.

I don’t know how I am going to cope with such a convergence of awesomenesses. I can only dream of the kind of cross-pollination that could theoretically occur.

Never mind that, though. I have set the countdown timer for May and will proceed to be excited.

yay

When I grow up I want to be a snappy dresser. Maybe I’ll play bass, too.

When I grow up I want to be a snappy dresser.

Maybe I’ll play bass, too.

fuckyeahthemountaingoats:

The Mountain Goats - Going to Bristol with Owen Pallett of Final Fantasy at the Cedar Cultural Center in Minneapolis, Minn. Nov. 7, 2009

John Darnielle - guitar + Owen Pallett = :O

(via fuckyeahthemountaingoats) THAT IS WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT. Oh my goodness. I just do not know.

(via fuckyeahthemountaingoats)

THAT IS WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT. Oh my goodness. I just do not know.
“ Old Testament fervor transposed to contemporary settings can do some damage. ”

Jim Kiest

All too true, and sadly applicable in a far broader context than talking about the new Mountain Goats album.

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Darnielle: For years, I’ve written narrators who aren’t gender-identified. When I do autobiographical stuff, that’s different, obviously. But I’ve always tried to keep my songs as potentially not a man’s thing. I think so many rock songs you assume by default it’s a man’s thing. That’s a weakness of narrative. And when I was younger, my early songs employed this trope that is popular to this day with indie singer-songwriters, where a guy is gonna hurt himself or do something drastic and appalling in order to show the object of his affection how intense his love for her is.

Paste: And we’re supposed to celebrate his self-destruction.

Darnielle: Yeah! And you’re supposed to think that’s amazing when these guys tell these stories: “Oh, he broke something, he hurt somebody, he did something rash; his love must have been so great!” instead of, “Oh no, he’s a psycho.” When I was younger, I did those too. And then I thought, that’s kinda bullshit to tell stories like that. I try not to write songs in which men glamorize their own need for approval from women. That’s kinda a bogus way to go out. But I try to do this quietly, I’m not about to go around telling people how they should or shouldn’t think. My feminism is for me.

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John Darnielle interview, Paste Magazine (via annierachel) (via fuckyeahthemountaingoats)

That’s what I’m talking about. Especially the “Oh no, he’s a psycho” part.

Stereo Sanctity 

Darnielle’s success here comes in the way he approaches his subject matter not as a dogmatic Xtian, but as the kind of flawed, spiritually bereft post-industrial human that modernist novels always used to warn us about, picking up the lessons of the scriptures for the first time and finding them more relevant to his own being than he ever suspected.

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