Closing my eyes I thought of their music as not fitting for Healthy Times but rather that of several decades ago. The time a little over a hundred years ago when the Industrial Revolution was in it’s infancy; the crude machine it began as. We still had horse-and-buggy style transportation, people dressed as well as they could with what they had (hand me downs and patched clothing), and things were fairly basic and most definitely simpler than they are now.

Friendship and the Fawn was chillingly beautiful. In the way that there’s a soundtrack to teenagers playing hide and seek games in a field around midnight. When each song was done, the audience would clap, giving breaks as if it were either the end of an act, a chapter in a novel, or a segment of a trilogy. Different narratives could be derived from each song in that way.

The setting wasn’t right for them though. A big open space with a green screen behind them and concrete floors was ill fitting. Friendship and the Fawn fits to the environment of a cozy house with big candles set randomly in a living room, off-white plaster walls, and beautiful aged and weathered 100 year old wooden floors.