There’s something about the Mountain Goats that never fails to make me — I was going to say happy but that’s not quite right but it is in that semiotic cluster. There is something in the msuic that hits me just where it needs to no matter what mood I’m in. Granted, my mood is often grounded in a sardonic melancholia and then there are LEGOs of feelings built on top of that; happy, content, sad, destroyed, whatever. Their music makes me smile a bit easier, and I think, it enhances the positive feelings a bit more than the negative. It never ever tries too hard, it does all this effortless and natural.
I’m listening to We Shall All Be Healed as I drew and write this. That one with Tallahassee and the Sunset Tree might be my three deserted island albums — because if I’m all alone on a deserted island, I’m going to need all the fucking comfort I can get.