It gave me goose bumps.

I spent Friday night with my dear friend S. It was glorious. We drank Pimms out of giant red wine glasses the size of fish bowls, smoked out of the window (spying on her neighbours who refuse to buy curtains), and munched on yummy salads.

We finally fell silent in time for Jools Holland. A sleepy mixture of too much Pimms and latent jet lag.

Luckily we switched the telly on in time to see that Bon Iver was playing.

I've loved him ever since my ex-boyfriend played me Stacks in January of this year. It was so beautiful it almost brought me to tears. Not something music does very often to me (with the exception of Elizabeth Fraser singing 'Song to the Siren'). Anyway I've steered clear of it on the ipod lately for fear of self-indulgent break up tears. So it was a welcome bonus to see him on Jools. A near perfect performance of beautifully raw emotion tangled up in nerves. I was speechless.