No way Tom, count me in for the Bon Iver fan club. I could give a shit about the cabin backstory, It's interesting, but he could have made this album while at a Furry convention and it wouldn't matter.
Actually, there is a funny story about that. Seems while Justin Vernon was up in that cabin in the North Woods of Wisconsin in the dead of winter, one of the locals came to pay him a visit.
This flannel- and camo-clad bear of a man approached Vernon: "Looks like we'll be neighbors. Thought I'd invite ya to a party goin' on tonight over by my place -- 'bout two miles. Better let ya know, though, there's gonna be some serious drinkin'."
Vernon thanked the woodsman for the invite, pointed to a three-foot pile of empty bottles of beer and snowshoe grog, and offered that he was ready to drink with the best of 'em.
Vernon's newfound friend: "Well, ya better know, there might be some fightin', too."
Vernon, a little agitated, replied, "Don't be fooled by the femmy way I sing. I played in some of the worst bars in Raleigh, North Carolina for a year before I moved back to Wisconsin. I can hold my own in a tough crowd."
The woodsman stroked his beard and muttered, "And if it's like most of my parties, after the drinkin' and fightin', there'll be some sex, that's fer damn sher."
Vernon, relieved: "After being out here for two months, I wouldn't mind that a bit. Say, what should I wear?"
Woodsman: "Ain't important. It's just gonna be you and me."