Dear Adam Granduciel,
Your last album convinced me to pick an instrument back up and have a go at making music again. Your new album has convinced me to never try and make another song.
Really, this submission is arbitrary- I could have picked any track from Lost in the Dream. This album is a revelation. It's like every lonely ecstatic sad notion that's ever taken you, distilled, given voice and substance and heft and color. I haven't felt this way about music since I was a teenager, younger, and it's both revitalizing and devastatingly sad, the realization that I've almost lost something vital and have just a little while longer to hold on to it. To say nothing of the deficit between what I can recognize in this music and reproduce in my own. The intertwining feelings of loss, both from within the music itself and from my external vantage point as an adult- increasingly removed from the joys of true discovery- are complimentary, immediate and incredible. I can't stop listening to this album, and at the same time I wish I'd never heard it, I wish it'd never been made.