Sit down on the carpet in front of teacher boys and girls. Weyes Blood is going to tell you a story. About the Modern Condition . About being a stranger to your self. About not understanding your own emotions. The modern loneliness. Don't be frightened. It's only a story.
Perhaps it was ever thus. It was all there after all in Thomas Pynchon. Watch One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest. Listen to The Carpenters, the obvious musical precedent where Weyes Blood draws from the well. Read The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter. Tender is the Night. Read John Keats. Say Goodbye To Love.
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