Peter Gabriel: Bon Iver Cover - "Flume"

I discussed things coming around before, with Foy Vance covering Bruce...here's another example. I'm down in Florida right now with my bro and our girlfriends, celebrating our 30th birthday which was yesterday. Scott and I are sitting in the computer room listening to tunes, and he throws this one on. Peter Gabriel is music. Scroll down below a bit and read about my appreciation for Bon Iver. Now, put the two together; Peter Gabriel covering "Flume" by Bon Iver. You know you're good when a guy who's been in the music biz for 30 years covers your song. Peter Gabriel's first record came out before Bon Iver was even born. This is like JFK walking into the White House and giving Obama a high five.

Check out the lyrics. Thank you Scott for showing me this. Amazing

I am my mother's only one
It's enough
I wear my garment so it shows
Now you know

Only love is all maroon
Gluey feathers on a flume
Sky is womb she's the moon

I am my mother on the wall,
With us all.
I move in water, shore to shore;
Nothing's more

Only love is all maroon
Lapping lakes like leery loons
Leaving rope burns reddish ruse

Only love is all maroon
Gluey feathers on a flume
Sky is womb she's the moon

Really solid stuff. Cheers.

Bon Iver: "Re: Stacks"

Some people need million dollar recording studios to sound good. Some need autotune to sound like they can sing in key. Some need various plug-ins and effects to make their recording even resemble "music."

Others record their songs in their fathers log cabin in northeast Wisconsin and make it sound like it should; true, honest, heartfelt music. Justin Vernon (Bon Iver) is my idol. He's about 6'6", bearded, wears flannel...cool looking guy. The kind of guy you'd meet for a cold one at noon on a snowy day and talk about old Bob Dylan records, maybe while sharing an ashtray and a pack of Winston's.

Bon Iver is music. Bon Iver is how music should be done. Take your autotune, $450,000 tape delay, and your compression filters and put them outside in the snow, just past the barn, near the horse stable. Come into my log cabin, keep your boots on, dry your gloves by the crackling fire, grab a Keystone Light and listen to Bon Iver. Tell me that doesn't feel good.

Cheers.