I thought Microphones in 2020 was a fantastic, singular record, and the albums dealing with his wife’s death are stunning. Indelible actually. Actual useful wisdom in everything he does. I appreciate how committed Phil’s stayed to his not exactly stylish obsessions: early 90s Sub Pop, black metal, analog etc. Kids love him, olds love him. Not crap, negative waffles.

So not crap. I haven’t really checked in with him since A Crow Looked At Me, and it’s high time I do so.

Was a HUGE fan during the original Microphones run, saw him live a ton. Best was the first What The Heck Fest, when he actually had 10-12 people on stage and it sounded as close to the records as it could possibly be.

Wasn't into the early Mt Eerie stuff so I checked out around then. That Microphones record last year though was pretty great and made me go back to the old records and rediscover what I loved about them.

NC, though not something I really have room for anymore.

I saw him opening for Wolves in the Throne Room a bunch when I lived in Oly and he killed it every time. I don't listen to him quite as much as I used to but I still jam The Glow or Winds Poem every once in a while.

Was only familiar with that Crow...record by Mount Eerie, which I didn't really like, but based on this thread I checked out The Microphones records.
This stuff is beyond boring and forgettable to me.
What the hell am I missing?

As a funeral director who has been in the intimate presence of grief for 24 years, A Crow Looked at Me, which I just learned about and listened to a couple of months ago, is, as was mentioned above about his recent one, a singular record on the topic. I would compare it, potency-wise, to the film The Messenger from 2009, which is about Casualty Notification officers who inform loved ones of their soldier's death and is a harrowing watch.

That's the only thing from this artist I have listened to, but Not Crap.

I too have only listened to A Crow Looked at Me. It was released two months before the death my wife Leeanne from metastatic breast cancer. I didn't even become aware of the album until much later in 2017 and bought the CD but didn't listen to it for a very long time. Like or dislike doesn't come into it for me, however, as iembalm says it's a potent record but very difficult for me to put into words my response to it.

Not Crap.

I'm not really familiar with this dude's music but I always thought he seemed like an alright dude.

I read this today and I was chortling at my desk, Not Crap, I'm not sure why I love this so much, but I do:

Mount Eerie’s Phil Elverum Trolls Local Newspaper With Ridiculous Interview Answers


Hats off, my dude. Well done.

Man, I don't get this dude's trip at all.

Saw him live in Oslo, Norway in 2002 and nearly left early (stuck around for Malcolm Middleton, and glad I did).

I keep trying, and I feel for the dude in many ways, but not for me even remotely.