I won't do you no harm, no!
You've got to be all mine, all mine.
Foxy men.
Here I come.
I'm comin' to get ya!

Fleet Foxes, you amaze me! I've only known your music for a few short weeks, but I'm pretty confident that I can say I love you. Yes, I do. You're lyrical, melodic, beautiful, and most importantly, not hippies, just so you know. (I do love me some old school hippies though, and hippie wanna-bes are pretty great, too. We've all been there, done that.)
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I saw them perform (listen to them on NPR, and read more) last night with some friends at the free Pitchfork Preview at Grant Park's Pritzker Pavilion - which was awesome in all aspects! Oh, and I also shook hands with the lead singer, Robin Pecknold, congratulated him on all his success, and thanked him for his beautiful music. I'm not trying to brag at all. I'm a big dork about shaking hands/thanking musicians (or any other artist, person of great interest to me, for that matter) for doing what they do, if I'm presented with the opportunity (it's nice to let people know that you think highly of them and their skills). Funny thing is, we saw a few of them walking around before they performed, and I said to my friends, "I bet those guys are in a band." After all, one of the dudes moseying through the lawn was a walking ad for American Apparel (I'm not a fan of the store myself, but he looked good in it) wearing Jesus hair. And Pecknold was standing off to the side of the lawn, smoking a cig, in plaid regalia. Very approachable, appreciative... it took a lot of restraint not to chloroform them and duct-tape them to their instruments in my basement. Ha, ha. I joke! I joke! But seriously, if I could make Fleet Foxes my personal band, I would. Have them play me White Winter Hymnal (I saw the three in the middle of this NPR pic, off stage; the dude with the glasses in these two pictures had to leave the band, momentarily, for health issues. Godspeed, rocker. Godspeed.) every night before bed. Ah! That would be wondrous.
I do hope that I see this one on the far right in person. I will surely chloroform him after shaking hands. Ooh! What a beautiful man. Yum, my heart sings.One thing that I do not like about Fleet Foxes is their age. They are young. I think Pecknold is even 21, no way! Yes way. Hot dog! How'bout that? Makes me feel unaccomplished at 23. Pecknold and Simon Rich, talented men I love to hate to love.
