And then there's the rage. John Darnielle is by all accounts a very thoughtful, kind and well-adjusted man. That's certainly the way he comes across in interviews, on Twitter and in so, so many gentle, compassionate songs. As I've said, I shook his hand once, and it was large, warm, soft and welcoming; the smile he sent my way was there in his eyes not just on his lips. But the song he was singing at the time - the song indeed we were all hollering at the top of our voices - is one of the most vicious accounts of marital break-up ever committed to music. You know the one I mean. There's an essential humour to the way he does it, a purgative quality which approaches celebration when he plays such songs live, but there's no getting away from the sheer anger at the heart of much of JD's work. Indeed, getting away from (or over) anger is something JD shows limited interest in doing. There's little suppression, sublimation or simple avoidance at work here; few ea...
Some songs by John Darnielle