Notice only one gray beard: Bon Iver photos from Volume One.
Like I said, I went to a poetry reading last night. Kinda. I read a poem. It was someone else’s poem. The other poet present insisted on singing all of his poems.
Here was the scene just before things got going:
And this shot was taken right at the very end:
Thanks Vern. To the list of things I just never saw coming…
P.S. Here’s the poem I did, in its original context (read it while the band played “Lisbon, OH”):
Sometimes you put aside hype and snark and irony and criticism and just say, hey man, we’re happy for you: Our local big news, via Volume One.
Especially the take on “Beth/Rest.” Sometimes a beautiful song is just a beautiful song.* Get too wound up in postmodern ironically-detached hipster deconstruction coolism and pretty soon yer chewin’ yer own tail.
*Our four-year-old favors “Michicant” because that’s the one with the bicycle-bell (Chinese bells, I’m told, but around here, it’s a bicycle bell).
…to be a small part of this.
The guy in white there? On the giant stage before thousands? He’s our friend and neighbor and we’re proud of him in an Aunts-and-Uncles sorta way. We know how hard he’s worked…full video here.
This post is in response to a request from Brendon over there on the Facebook page:
Hey Mike, where can I find a copy of that reading you read at the Eau Claire Bon Iver concert? It seems like pieces of it are in Truck, but I’m pretty sure it’s not the same … Afterall, gun deer’s right around the corner.
Every since I was introduced to his music on a cassette in a boombox played by my friend Gene in a basement while playing darts (follow that?), John Prine has been a leading literary influence (yep, literary – musical of course, but primarily literary) on my writing.
Yesterday, Oh Boy Records released “Broken Hearts & Dirty Windows,” a tribute album on which a wide array of artists honor Prine by covering his songs. The first song on the album is “Bruised Orange (Chain of Sorrow)” covered by friendly neighbor Justin Vernon of Bon Iver.
I have never met John Prine, but it is among one of the more unexpected honors of my haphazard life that I was invited to collaborate with Justin on the liner notes for the album. The final revisions were completed at my desk, but I marked up the rough draft while sitting in a deer stand.
Thanks, Justin. And thank you, Mister Prine.
I previously posted about Prine performing a song from the album on David Letterman.