Hi I'm Alex
"We basically consider the album like an advert for our live gigs. And I find it easier to sing songs over and over if they feel honest, if we feel passionate about them. That’s an important thing: we need to be able to feel what we sing every night, and believe it."
— Marcus Mumford(Source: Guardian)
"Looking onward, my friends! Winston is away learning how to play the banjo, but one of his departing nuggets of wisdom to me at the end of our last American tour was to read Hermann Hesse’s ‘Narziss and Goldmund’, which I’m half way through, and is turning into something quite special. So perhaps next time we can chat about that? Good ol’ Win-Dog.
I’m off to learn about laying fences - the frost today was unbelievable! It’s as if the whole sky froze over night - the trees are more frosty than the grass is.. Amazing. But Godspeed to you all, and I hope you have a wonderful Christmas."
— I’m off to learn about laying fences - the frost today was unbelievable! It’s as if the whole sky froze over night - the trees are more frosty than the grass is.. Amazing. But Godspeed to you all, and I hope you have a wonderful Christmas."
the last bit of Marcus’s last blog entry
it just made me smile so here you go
Who is your biggest musical idol?
Ben: Mine's David Mayfield from Cadillac Sky
Marcus: Mine's probably Johnny Flynn... I think he knows it by now as well which is a bit embarrassing...
Ted: I think Andrew Bird's my musical idol
Marcus: Mine's probably Johnny Flynn... I think he knows it by now as well which is a bit embarrassing...
Ted: I think Andrew Bird's my musical idol
"I have a problem playing in New York because… just walking around… you’re all so fucking cool… and it’s like… it makes it very intimidating when you’re a quite fat, quite sweaty Englishman and there’s all these like, really skinny, drain-pipe, Ray-ban-wearing dudes walking around…"
— Marcus Mumford at Williamsburg, NY
“He thought of how she who lay beside him had locked in her heart for so many years that image of her lover’s eyes when he had told her that he did not wish to live.”
—The Dead, James Joyce
….that image of her lover’s eyes…
her lover’s eyes
lover’s eyes
back the fuck up
