Indie naked.

Today in my teenage angst, I love independence. I love people who say, this is what I want to do. And they work and they save and they sacrifice to make it happen. I'd like to note that there are millions of these people in Canada alone. This sort of independence is not new. And I think its outrageous of us to expect every one of them to be amazing. I went to watch a friend's band play and some other friends who didn't know them were there and they were all like, "meh. This is nothing special." Let's also note that the headliner they were there to see was no more special. It doesn't matter. The reality that the singer/songwriter world is exploding doesn't make it any less worth celebrating. Music is always worth celebrating.

A few weeks ago, Bon Iver was presented with two Grammy's. The reception of his winnings was more comical than anything. Most people had never heard of him, his music or his attractive facial hair. They haven't heard of his back-woods life in Minnesota or worked to understand the extensive process that is his music. I love people like Bon Iver because they are artists. They understand music and its depth and the power that it has and the effort it should require. They don't create alternate identities in order to shock and offend. They just are. With their music and their lives, they are.

This video, long as it is, shows that power and effort in its barest form. Its a loop machine, two pianos and two men. Making Music. Music with a capital M.



Thank you, Bon Iver.