Out of the Office

Hey everybody, I've (Robin) been in Plain, Washington at my grandparent's cabin working on 9 jams for the next thing. The Myspace auto friend adder doesn't work for us for some reason so my "yes" clicking duties have waned over the last few days. But I will get to it when I get home tomorrow! Sorry!

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Trading

Hey dudes!

So the deal with our stuff. You can buy shirts and etc. things at:

www.luckyhorseindustries.com

There should be a new shirt on there soon in addition to the one available now - the new one is that "FOXES FELLOWSHIP" graphic you see on the main image and it looks not so bad on a shirt!

The special edition "small-vinyl-record" pressings of the LP will be in the mix for a while yet, but sometime in the future it's gonna change to a slightly different packaging that has a poster inside.

Stuff!!!

Blargh!!

Driving to San Francisco right now.

Luff,
Robin

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Video of Music

So, a music video being made by my amazing and tireless brother Sean Pecknold (www.bygrandchildren.com) will be done by the end of the week if all goes well, I stopped by his studio yesterday to check it out and it looks incredible!! I can't wait to see it finished!!!

Let's all give him our love and support in completing this monstrous task!!

Luff
Robin

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What it is, what it be

Just returned from the UK and Europe.

My heart is just filled with a sense of overwhelming gratitude, to see and meet and play music for so many of you sweet people, to see those incredible cities and towns, to learn so much and play music every day, what a joy you've allowed into our lives.

Thanks truly from a bewildered place in our hearts.

We'll work hard and not take anything for granted!

RSJCC

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Rumination Sensation, Nature, Music
Category: Friends

Sometimes when driving, or riding the bus, or walking around in some park, I will try to get an image in my head of what the land around me would have looked like 400 years ago. The same hills, the same landscape, but in my mind I'll cover it in nothing and wonder what it was like to be the first man to chance upon it. This is always pretty futile. There is so much wonder in this world, but I always have trouble getting over our influence, our disasters and our clumsy systems. And even in those moments where I can see some real beauty, like down at Golden Gardens, or on the peninsula, or Yellowstone, or Norway, or Discovery Park, or at my Grandpa's cabin in Wenatchee, all I have to do is take one look at the skyline in the distance, or the cement trail I'm walking on, or the white car parked in the gravel driveway to take me out of the tenuous illusion and place me back in tangible reality.

We are constantly tethered to some safety line. There is always a lantern, or a car, or a map, or a screen, or a cell phone with 911. These things guarantee that whatever experience I'm having is always just an ATTEMPT at connecting to something different and old, that it's not real, no matter how real it looks. We've sketched out a new world over the old one, and they are in two separate universes; the old one is lost despite the remnants of it we see everyday. If properly prepared, one could live entire decades indoors, in a newly made world of man's creation.

Sometimes, I'll stay indoors for days at a time, talking to no one, doing nothing of value. I've found that once I do go outside, after a long stretch like that, it all still feels fake, like some slide put in front of my eyes. At a certain point, I will have to tell myself, "This is actually real and I am actually here, that park or building or mountain range in the distance is a real thing inhabiting the same space that I am." I think that must be a very modern sensation, that of having to convince onesself of reality. What a weird feeling.

A very smart and gifted friend of mine told me once that music is a kind of replacement for the natural world. That, before civilization, the world must have seemed a place of such immense wonder and confusion, so terrifying in a way and so unthinkably massive and majestic. And that that feeling, that mystery and amazement, is somehow hardwired into us. Once the world became commonplace, mapped, and conquered, that mystery left our common mind and we needed something to replace it with and then came along music. I think she's right, music is magic to me, transportative and full of wonder in a way that I have trouble getting from the actual natural world anymore.

I don't really know what I'm trying to say with this. It's not good that I'm romanticizing a time of great hardship, hardship I've never known and am not conditioned to understand. I'm also not proposing any kind of "back to nature" thing, as "nature" is dead, even in all the places where it isn't, and anyone that tells you otherwise is in my opinion living a lie. But music to me is just as awe-bringing as the world maybe once was, and I just love it a lot.

Robin

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