Look, I love the fae jokes. Hozier looks like he was pulled from a bog after a 1,500 year nap. His lyrics are poetic and morbid and romantic in a very other worldly way.
“My first introduction to music [was] Muddy Waters, John Lee Hooker, Howlin’ Wolf, the music that my dad used to play in the house. From there, I just fell in love with the music coming out of black America. A lot of my folk influences would be coming from Ireland. There is absolutely no rock and roll without blues music. There is no blues music without one of the most horrendous atrocities of human trafficking in the last few centuries. It is, of course, a really difficult subject. Everything that’s popular music swings off the work and the achievements and the legacy of black artistry…”
So while I love the fae bog man jokes, we have to acknowledge the tremendous influence of Black artists. There’s no Hozier without Black music.
I love saying “of course” instead of “you’re welcome,” like of course I’m helping you that’s what I do, you were foolish to even consider an alternate dimension in which I’m not helping you. you idiot. you absolute buffoon.
