Grizzly Bear singin’ on a beach

For the Dark was the Night compilation, ages ago. This isn’t breaking news or anything, I just found it.

And it was brother that got
Drowned out in that deep blue sea

Drop him down, darlin’
With a golden chain

Grizzly Bear cover The Crystals (live)

Not new. Just awesome.

Live at UCLA’s Kerckhoff Grand Salon.

He couldn’t stand to hear me say
That I’d been with someone new,
And when I told him I had been untrue

He hit me
And it felt like a kiss
He hit me
And I knew he loved me

Band you oughta know: @WeBarbarians

Brooklyn’s We Barbarians have made waves in the last couple of years, but it’s their latest EP, Headspace, that has tastemakers billling them as a serious band to watch.

And after listening to Chambray and Headspace, that’s clearly the only conclusion to be drawn here.

The neon glare
it takes me there
I will not ask for anything else

Little 3 year old recites a Billy Collins poem | World implodes with cuteness

Alright, this is the closest you’ll get to sappiness from me today.

You are the bread and the knife,
The crystal goblet and the wine…
-Jacques Crickillon

You are the bread and the knife,
the crystal goblet and the wine.
You are the dew on the morning grass
and the burning wheel of the sun.
You are the white apron of the baker,
and the marsh birds suddenly in flight.

However, you are not the wind in the orchard,
the plums on the counter,
or the house of cards.
And you are certainly not the pine-scented air.
There is just no way that you are the pine-scented air.

It is possible that you are the fish under the bridge,
maybe even the pigeon on the general’s head,
but you are not even close
to being the field of cornflowers at dusk.

And a quick look in the mirror will show
that you are neither the boots in the corner
nor the boat asleep in its boathouse.

It might interest you to know,
speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world,
that I am the sound of rain on the roof.

I also happen to be the shooting star,
the evening paper blowing down an alley
and the basket of chestnuts on the kitchen table.

I am also the moon in the trees
and the blind woman’s tea cup.
But don’t worry, I’m not the bread and the knife.
You are still the bread and the knife.
You will always be the bread and the knife,
not to mention the crystal goblet and–somehow–the wine.

VIDEO: Bon Iver on SNL over the weekend

Where they performed a few days after turning down the Grammys. Justin Vernon explained, “We kind of said ‘fuck you’ a little bit and they sort of acted like they wanted us to play, but I don’t think they wanted us to play.”

Holocene,

And Beth (Rest)