I asked Bon Iver to describe a perfect day. ‘We spend the morning picking wildflowers in the field near the one-room schoolhouse. When the sun is high, we find a shade tree, spread out our Navajo blanket, and share a salad of organic arugula and some rosemary bread I baked. You wear a picture hat and a linen romper. I bring my banjo and play all your favorite Woody Guthrie songs. In the evening, we smoke hand-rolled cigarettes and drink whiskey from a jam jar. When the whiskey’s gone and we’ve smoked our last cigarette, we make love on the back porch with only the light of the fireflies to see each other by.’
