Drove home in the light rain listening to Mineral's End Serenading. It was one of those semi-existential (for lack of a better term) moments with the rain hitting the windshield in syncopation with the music.
I wanted to laugh at the lyrics and their overly emotive qualities, but I couldn't. Detached from Mineral, they would be high school poetry or a college introduction to creative writing assignment (at best). In their context though, they are something else. The simplicity of the guitar, the recording aesthetic and the delivery all come together at a point of rupture from the trite and move into a moment imbued with infinite meanings.
In the end, I'm just a Mineral fan.
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