I had a dream the other night that I asked Alexander Ebert of Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros for his hat he was wearing. In my dream I was at a dusty music festival where EVERYONE I HATED stood in line to talk to him. In my dream, as in real life, I simply asked a stranger for something I thought I should own. It doesn’t always work; one musician I know still refuses to part with the watch his famous great-grandmother co-designed with a famous artist. PFFT.
Anyway, in honor of that dream, I present to you the most ridiculously sappy music video I’ve ever seen from Alexander’s solo project– he’s a one-namer now like Cher or Madonna. This is what I mean when I mentioned bearded guys with their “sense of the divine.” God. Sometimes I wish I were a man, just so I’d apparently be less cynical and enjoy things blooming on the Alps or whatever.
Happy Easter. Alex Ebert has risen again.