Some concerts are just plane fun, others moving and still others profound in that they seam to offer an incredible insight into the artist. A few weeks ago I set sail for Louisville Kentucky to catch a Bon Iver show which definitely fit into this later category. The show was simply stunning; a small, intimate venue, great acoustics and good friends practically falling out of the sky. Before I went to the show I had only seen a few snap shots of Bon Iver and half expected him o be an effeminate, pale, frame of a man who’s every breath struggled against his greater desire to capitulate to his artistic demons. It turns out this could not be further from the truth; he was a large framed almost burley man who just happened to be able to sing soprano. He wore flannel and his neatly trimmed beard on the album cover had become bushy and robust. His demeanor was confident (but not even approaching cocky) and he was able to take himself with a grain of salt as between soulful ballads he would break out with 80’s hair band covers. All in all the show was simply a delight; however, one thing has stuck in my mind, so much this weekend I once again made the treck to Louisville to investigate.
When standing outside of the venue waiting to get in I was admiring the post industrial senory and noticed a tiny plane had apparently crashed into a near by hill. This was really disturbing as it looked like the plane had been stuck there for some time. It is really a situation only a photo can describe.

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