Every lover I've had ends up conflating Bon Iver with me, even if they knew it before they met me. Regardless of where I am in my life, the music seems to readjust with me and make itself relavant and salient. Since then, Justin Vernon's music, particularly Bon Iver, has always been something that I feel close to. To me all of those songs seemed caught up in love and love lost and it had such a mournful quality to it, but it seemed so sincere and authentic. It was one of the first nights I fell asleep listening to music all night long, and I would wake up and hear various parts of those songs, and it was among the first times I realized music could incept a longing or a nostalgia for something you never really had or knew. That night I downloaded Flume, Lump Sun, Blood Bank, Babys, and one more off For Emma that I can't recall.
But he seemed genuinely enthused that I liked the music he was playing. It means good winter." I was the sort of student who I think frustrated my teacher somewhat I wasn't good at math, and I could be a little disruptive. He said, "Bonnie Ver," I asked him to repeat himself, and he said, "It's French. I raised my hand and my teacher came over and I asked him who was playing. Anyway, the chorus of Flume came on and it had that quality that seems to reframe everything you're perceiving in a new light. My teacher always played music during tests, usually it was acoustic blues and what I had always assumed was called folk. I was sitting in high school geometry class one February in 2009, taking a test.
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