Winters with Bon Iver
Certain music seems more fitting during certain seasons. For instance I can actually handle listening to country music during the summer. Any kind of folk music is when the trees start shedding their colorful leaves. Deathcab is truly great for any season, but it hits a certain place in my soul during a spring rain.
Bon Iver screams to me winter. Maybe Justin Vernon planned it that way since Bon Iver means good winter and this is a way for Midwesterners to get through this icy season. His songs however can be narrowed to an even more specific time in the winter. Nighttime. After a snowfall. A night where the moon is full and the sky is completly void with clouds. Perhaps I feel the most connected to his music while driving east on 94 because I know he has driven on the stretch of road thousand of times. He knows exactly of the field of buffalo and the what exit Cady cheese is off of.
No other songs can beat it. When the world is quiet because it is night and so cold, everyone wants to be huddled indoors with hot chocolate infront of their fireplace. The moon is sending moonbeams in every direction so that if you wanted you could count the amount of cows you pass. The snow sparkles and slopes around the hills like an older womens silver hair over her shoulders. The air makes you cough, but being in the car with the heat blasting makes you feel as if you can live in two worlds at once.
Bon Iver ties those two worlds together making you feel safe and warm getting swept away by his lullaby-esque voice and the cold world outside the car window looking perfect and for a second thinking not only is winter good, but it stunning and a little bit heavenly.
