The fact that this album is about the narrator getting dumped by his girlfriend, dealing with the depression aftewards, then going into the woods and getting mauled by a bear makes it a lot more depressing. Still a great album though!
I remember listening to this while on a bus to sweden. It was literally the perfect aesthetic to listen to this record. The snowcovered trees in the dark forest outside. The atmosphere. The moon. I remember almost falling asleep when suddenly. SAMURAI FUCKING SWORD LITERALLY GAVE ME A HEART ATTACK.
I'm deciding to give this album a listen for the first time. I've had a terrible day.
Me and my crush have been texting each other and she wanted to hang out. I have social anxiety disorder which makes it hard for me to interact with people.
We hung out and I was panicking the whole time. I keep trying to think of something to say but I couldn't. A lot of awkward silence. She left and I felt so stupid.
She unfollowed me on Instagram with both of her accounts. I think I ruined my chances with her. I really like her a lot but I'm so stupid. I've been crying really hard. I just like her so much :(
So good. it's been years. I got to play drums for Phils set about 14 years ago. I was so nervous and honored. I love this music/album and hope ya enjoy it. And thanks for making it available, too.
I listened to this album for the first time in my senior year of high school. I was expecting some Neutral Milk Hotel type arrangement. When I finished the album, I just felt depressed. Not the kind of self-pitying depression that makes oneself feel important and real, like you get from The Smiths, either. The kind of miserable where your heart just sinks into your chest and you realize that you are just an insignificant ape-thing on a rock in outer space, hurtling towards towards inevitable destruction. And that everything you think and feel is just a temporary distraction. I really think that's what Phil Elverum strives for in this middle period of his career. To force the listener to grasp the inconsequentiality of their existence. You could get mauled by a bear and the world will just keep turning.
Nowadays, it seems like Phil's views on life are more measured and nuanced. Obviously, we mean something to someone, so therefore, our lives must have some kind of meaning. That's what A Crow Looked At Me and NOW ONLY are about, I think. So yeah, when you're young, maybe stick to Camus and The Smiths before plunging one's fist into a more morbid interpretation of absurdism.