Come On, Skinny Love

I saw Bon Iver last night. I'm not sure words can describe the atmosphere, when they first took the stage and Justin Vernon plucked the first few strings of "Flume" and then began singing in that beautiful falsetto... just amazing. His music just gets to me, fills me, enlightens me. I definitely teared up during "Skinny Love." His honest voice, emotion dripping from every word, and all the drums pounding and pounding to the melody combined to absolute perfection. This guy spent months isolated in a cabin in the Wisconsin woods and bled his heart into the music, and he was kind enough to share it with the world. I'm amazed I got to be a part of it last night, especially since that was his last concert for an indefinate amount of time (until a new cd comes out and the tour starts up again). He definitely got a home town welcome and a great send off until we meet again. It was one of those moments that reminded me why I love music so much, and I truly believe that music can make you feel so many extraordinary emotions. I didn't want the night to end, but they don't have that many songs so of course it had to. It was one of the moments frozen in time, and on the way home the venue replayed the show on one of the FM radio stations so we listened to it as we went west instead of east on the interstate (oops- we managed a quick turnaround :) ). "Skinny Love" came on as my brother and I got home, so I kept the car in idle and we sat in the glow of headlights while Justin and his gang poured out their longing fury through the speakers. It was pretty magical.