Flower crowns and flowy gowns.
Enchanted forests where witches prowl and growl.
Birds trapped in cages and love songs sung from broken rib-cages.
This is where I choose to spend my time, with a songstress made of heartbreak and rhyme.
Honestly, did you really think I could go this long without talking about Florence Welch? Come on, you know me better than that. At this point, I should just give up and start a separate, dedicated blog to my beloved singer/songwriter. It’ll probably happen at some point. Why fight it? Until then, you’ll just have to put up with me talking incessantly about her here.
Today, I’d like to share with you the first in what will be a series of excerpts from Florence’s 2018 book, Useless Magic. This extraordinary compilation of lyrics, illustrations, and poetry has become a cherished handbook for a generation of art and music lovers. Whether you’re a dedicated fan or not, Florence has lovingly crafted an anthology of illumination and inspiration. In times like these, don’t you think we all could use a bit of Useless Magic?