Cripple Crow // Devendra Banhart
I remember when I first heard Devendra Banhart, in a tiny Madison bunk bed bedroom which I shared with the very roommate I have now, 6 years later, in Brooklyn. She showed me some of the most eclectic and beautiful music I'd ever heard. This album came out a few years ago, and it's oddities and nonconformities are what draw me to it, again and again. It's tribal, organic, it tells a story, like all songs should.
This song has affected me for about a year and a half now, since I first heard it on my living room floor on Butler Street. A friend was in town, a loud-mouthed Dutchman who offended me just as much as he warmed my heart. The last time we had seen each other was somewhere 30 miles east of Bangkok, probably over Singha Beer and cards. He played this song for me on his guitar, which he was bringing on a road trip down the east coast, following the Avett Brothers and trying to find cute Southern chicks. He played and we sang on my living room floor far into the night. Today is his birthday, so this one's for him.
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