Remember when Bright Eyes was plagued with alcoholism and ubiquitous melancholy?!?! Well, I sincerly miss those days, and the music that they yeilded. Oh sure, I still buy Conor Oberst Albums. I even find them enjoyable, and have been known to hum along to the songs when I am listening to my ipod. But I still prefer him drunk and miserable.
Will his newfound happiness and life in the mountains ever lead to greatness similar to Letting Off the Happiness, or Fevers and Mirros? Highly doubtful. If I wanted to listen to tales of requited love and blissful living I would listen to pop radio. Oh, I am also not a fan of this new date rapist hairstyle.
I think I am going to start a Bright Eyes Tribute Band. We will drink wine coolers together and contemplate the nothingness of things while playing Bright Eyes songs. And this will be the first song we play together:
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