a rambling, stream of consciousness thing on my love for john darnielle and the mountain goats and the comfort of music
You get to a point in your life when you think you’ve outgrown the whole concept of a songwriter speaking for you or to you. That’s for kids, right? Adults don’t say “He really knows what I’m feeling” or “that song really speaks to me on a deep level,” right? Oh, that’s such bullshit. Because any adult that is no longer moved by music has pretty much stopped living life fully. Angst? It’s not just for teenagers, kids. And maybe the righteous anger of the punk rock of my youth no longer moves me like it did but this? The Mountain Goats? I was being moved, damn it. I was crying. I was sighing. I was bursting with empathy and at times filled with such emotion I had to turn the music off and recompose.