Bon Iver has been up since earliest light, working on his new song. When I wake, the old oak table is strewn with papers and instruments: a fiddle, a tambourine, and the pennywhistle he always carries in his pocket. He fills the french press for me, wipes sleep from my eye, and muses, ‘Can you think of words that rhyme with hearth?’
Reblogged from Have I Failed?

