Aficionados of Father John Misty. His official blog is over here.
FATHER JOHN MISTY
"I had to give it a name, so I kind of wanted to confuse people with this ridiculous red herring [and] admittedly patently ridiculous name that’s also phonetically beautifully and looks good in print. Sort of a name I’ve decided to give to this weird, subconscious, dream fragmentation I have of this homosexual, shamanic drifter who bounces around [and] stirs up weird shit in my dreams. Like making out with my brother. So I guess the aggregate of all those things just felt right. But really and truly, the whole thing is just kind of about the fact that it really doesn’t matter what the fuck you call yourself, as long as the goods are in the explicit honesty."
Before they put me to work in a government camp Before they do my face up like a corpse and say: “get up and dance” Before the beast comes looking for last year’s rent
…I would like to abuse my lungs Smoke everything in sight, with every girl I’ve ever loved Ride around the wreckage on a horse, knee-deep in mud Look out Hollywood, here I come
It’s been a day of revisiting old favourites for me. I started my day by giving my vinyl copy of An Awesome Wave its first spin in about a year and remembering why I fell in love with it in the first place. Then for some reason I went back to this album, Fear Fun, that I haven’t listened to in a long, long time.
It’s funny how many memories, sensations and emotions you attach to certain songs and albums without realising; only upon revisiting them later in life do they resurface.
I think I first listened to this album in the winter and then I remember it feeling warm and insular. It oozed a folksy familiarity, like a big thick jumper. Today though, a long time since my first listen, in the glorious summer sun it feels free, loose and full of space to explore and enjoy.