honeybear

I had the coolest dream the other night that for some reason Father John Misty thought I was cool enough to hang with, so we were in this cabin just talking for hours and hours about Honeybear and the lyricism and I got to ask him all the questions about the album and then it was late so he went to bed in the basement and I went upstairs and in the morning we made eggs and talked about different philosophies on life and then I asked if we could take some selfies and he obliged. It made me realize how much I’ve worn that album out in less than a month that it’s been out and how much I love it. 

favourite albums of 2015 so far

  • BC Camplight - How To Die In The North
  • Viet Cong - Viet Cong
  • Pond - Man It Feels Like Space Again
  • Father John Misty - I Love You, Honeybear
  • Hanni El Khatib - Moonlight
  • Will Butler - Policy

I have listened to Father Jon Misty’s album I Love You, Honeybear exclusively since it came out almost a month ago. I can’t get enough. The overall tone - sincerity mixed with a complete disregard of that sincerity is reminiscent of this idea that I see in so many things that I (and our whole generation?) seem to be drawn to. The vulnerable yet tragic nature that encompasses almost every Girls episode. Mira Gonzalez and the distinctly flat affect in her poems. They deliberately avoid the risk of powerful feeling but end up generating intense empathy and resonance because of that avoidance. 

Josh Tillman of Father John Misty said in an interview, “sentimentality brutalizes emotion.” Arguably the most “romantic” line in his songs is when he expresses happiness that he has found someone who hates all the same things that he does. Leslie Jamison talks about the characters of Girls and the idea of the “post-wounded” woman in her book The Empathy Exams writing “They’re over it. I am not a melodramatic person. God help the woman who is. What I’ll call ‘post-wounded’ isn’t a shift in deep feeling (we understand these women still hurt) but a shift from wounded affect - these women are aware that ‘woundedness’ is overdone. They are wary of melodrama so they stay numb or clever instead. Post-wounded women fuck men who don’t love them and they they feel mildly sad about it. More than anything they refuse to care about it, refuse to hurt about it.” Mira ends a poem so unexpectedly poignant, “I am trying to parallel park my car, I am trying to make you love me.”

There is an obvious discrepancy in all of these characters/people between what they are actually feeling, what they say they are feelings and what they would prefer to feel. Too many emotions is not ok but through being clever/witty/numb we end up exposing the true depth of our hurt, anyway.

I don’t know if any of this makes sense, I just am thinking about it.

March 4th Playlist
  • Bored in the USA | Father John Misty | I Love You, Honeybear
  • Lonesome Dreams | Lord Huron | Lonesome Dreams
  • Conrad | Ben Howard | I Forget Where We Were
  • Pulling On A Line | Great Lake Swimmers | Lost Channels
  • Dreaming My Life Away | Best Coast | The Only Place
  • Not Enough | Milo Greene | Control
  • Of Space And Time | City and Colour | The Hurry And The Harm
  • Silhouettes | Of Monsters and Men | Catching Fire Soundtrack
  • Heaven | The Walkmen | Heaven
  • The Other Way | Weezer | Make Believe
  • Two Hungry Blackbirds | Iron & Wine | Archive Series Volume 1
  • Bowery | Local Natives | Hummingbird
  • Mistral | The Decemberists | What A Terrible World, What A Beautiful World
  • The Tide | The Dodos | Individ
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FATHER JOHN MISTY AT WNYC.

Photos by Christopher Hall.

Check out the rest of the set over here.

Father John Misty’s new album I Love You, Honeybear was released yesterday. It’s my favorite album in a long, long time. He’s playing Rough Trade and Bowery Ballroom later this week. Check out video of his performance at WNYC today over here.

Christopher Hall is playing the album over and over and over again. He tweets over here. He takes photographs over here. His second book is for sale over here. Buy it, then wander downtown.