Blog: Lizzyville

Coming to Grizzly Bear late, and in a silent room in order to hear each of the nuances raved about by my peers, "Yellow House" was striking from song to song. Given undivided patience, no song could be mistaken for another. So the desire to rush to the first and gnarliest copy of "Veckatimest" available was, despite the year I spent without care for Grizzly Bear at all, hard to resist. Throwing out my first copy for a new version, and then another, gave a chink to the armor of critical meditation, but the modern music critic is an addict [...]