How I Met Jeff Mangum
Years ago, I phased from punk rock to indie. I'd d downloaded five or so songs with interesting titles of every band I'd heard about through QC, and put one random song on my mp3 player. Then on a late summer afternoon, I rode my bike to the nearest woods falling in love with the music along the way, and in the woods I walked to be amazed by it. And then came Conversation With Robert Schneider. It was just spoken word, litterally a conversation, but I listened and tried to make out a message, a meaning, that gem that I had found in the other songs.
I listened hard but couldn't find it...
Years later, I was an unemployed, sleep-deprived slob living in a dump along the main street with fellow beats, and one night, I decided, out of the blue, to listen to that “song” again. And again. And then the four other songs by NMH I had. And then again to Conversation With Robert Schneider. And then, till dawn, to everything NMH I could get my hands on, over, and over, and over.
Then I found it, brighter than any gem I'd ever thanked the sky to grace my ears.
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