Like the sound of thunder arriving long after the lightning flash, I finally got the joke.
Last year, Justin Vernon appeared on late night TV, covering Bonnie Raitt, and I scratched my head. "That's odd. What possessed him to do that?"
Sometime this weekend, I finally heard it in my head.
Bon Iver. Bonnie Raitt.
Bon EE-vare. Bon EE-rate.
Justin Vernon must've heard that joke more than a few times since naming his band.
But I just got it.
And it gave me a great idea.
If I ever decided to give up the whole husband-father-DJ-blogger thing, and run away to become a cross-dressing burlesque performer I have an awesome stage name:
Bon Irate.
(I means good anger!)
Bon EE-rate.
Say it in your announcer voice:
"Ladies and Gentleman, welcome her to the stage, Miss Bon Irate!"
I'll give em something to talk about alright.
Hear the song on Youtube.
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