Home is Wherever There is You. {Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros}

A few months back, elephant somehow wound up sponsoring a little known but big buzzful band called Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros, when they came to my hometown theater, the Boulder Theater. I’m a three minute bike ride from the 800-seat theater—but it was snowy or sumpin’, and I bagged, choosing instead to hang at home and give my tickets away over twitter (got @elephantjournal some new followers in the process).

Big mistake.

A week or so ago, in Venice, California, my green entrepreneur buddy Scott Badenoch was sittin’ around playing DJ and some band was on and I was loving it. Who is this?

Don’tchu know: Edward Sharpe, he said.

I wound up listening to ’em constantly, that week in LAlaland, and their songs Home (below), Simplest Love, Jade, and a few others became the soundtrack of that week’s productive, fun, sunny, new and ultimately sad memories.

They represent the best of hippiedom: an inward loveliness that bursts out in dancing, barefoot even on David Letterman—a youth and joy and incredible sense of style that harkens to Godard’s Breathless and the Beatles’ Sergeant Pepper, simultaneously. Enjoy:

The official version that my ears know. Home is wherever I’m alone with you:

Home is whenever I’m with you: