If I know only one thing,
it’s that everything that I see
of the world outside is so inconceivable
often I barely can speak.
Yeah I’m tongue-tied and dizzy
and I can’t keep it to myself.
What good is it to sing helplessness blues?
Why should I wait for anyone else?
—Robin Pecknold (Fleet Foxes), “Helplessness Blues”
Oh man. These, right here, are the lyrics that grab me most on the entire Helplessness Blues album, which I believe to be, without hearing anything since, the best album of the year 2011. When I am not depressed, distracted by political or social inanities, or buried in tedious work, this is exactly how I feel. That wonder, that marvel, maybe at a landscape, or maybe at a very small being in it, at the dome of stars or at someone’s fascinating artistic creation. If only I could remember it always. I’d probably be quite the pain in the ass, saying “Look at this! This is so cool!” to everyone. But right now, in the dark of a cool summer evening, I know that this is the only way to see things.