Hi it’s John Darnielle and this is the new Mountain Goats bio. Every time you make a record you have to have a new bio and it’s a whole thing. Sometimes you have to have conversations about who’d be a good person to write the bio and other times one of the press people does it and you vet it and it goes through a whole process, but we are eliminating the middleman this time. My other job involves writing prose and I’m regarded as decent enough at it so let’s fast-forward through the prelims here.

Days is the something-somethingth album by the Mountain Goats. If that last phrase has a number in it then you will know it has been edited by bad people and you should stop reading now. If it says “something-somethingth” then we are still together. Like at least two other tMG albums, specifically Goths and Beat the Champ, Days gets born one day when I have a funny idea. The idea in this case was writing a follow-up to Goths about the ’90s and calling it Grunges. I made this joke on the popular recipes blog “Bluesky” and accompanied it with a brief ad-lib called “Contemplating Pearl Jam in the Carolina Dawn” that I recorded in my backyard.

But the thing about jokes is there’s often something deeper underneath them, most theories of comedy attest to this, don’t get me started. I’d written out a fake track listing for Grunges but then I wrote a poem about Layne Staley in the underworld getting rescued by Orpheus and I started thinking about the past, a popular theme among writers for many years now, and then I got both sad and smitten with wonder by how the past is a place upon which you both can and can’t enact a sort of renovation: can, by changing perspectives; can’t, because you can’t actually move any parts around or change anything.

You think about this stuff as you get older, if you’re lucky enough to be getting older.

Looking back on what I’ve written I see that “bio” isn’t exactly what you’d call this, as it tells you very little about me, or about Jon Wurster, the best drummer in rock and if you think I’m exaggerating then bless your heart, or about Matt Douglas, who plays guitars and horns and writes horn arrangements and plays keys besides. I played piano and guitar but mainly I’m the singer. Other biographical details are honestly insignificant to my way of thinking, who really cares, but I get that my opinions about this stuff are a little out of step with the zeitgeist.