Feel this as an exhale brought by birds. Cause yourself to slow down enough to hear, really hear. Those people are incorrect, hearing and listening aren’t different in the way that they tell you it is. Hearing can sometimes be superior, don’t believe the hype. Church of forest dwellers celebrating the celebration. Clear voices cutting through all the noise, all signal. All signals, no noise. Hang your head and close your eyes and breathe this in. The tree visuals, the bearded guys in your head that represent these voices, those things are okay because even the band acknowledges them in their own name. But more importantly, maybe Bowie is the guy you want to get you drugs and Finn the man to teach you about the tenous relationships among the holy trinity (religion, poetry, beer), but these guys are the ones you want in the cabin singing to your buds and roasting marshmallows, and that’s a damned fine thing.