I miss the Mumford and Sons era

I know the younger generations have Noah Kahn, but what they don't get is that my generation had a four-year period where every band was made up of like seven Noah Kahns. You had the Lumineers, you had Mumford and Sons, background vocalists were haying and hoeing for their life. There hadn't been that many successful people wearing suspenders since the fucking Gold Rush. And the weird thing was, the music had like a beat. It almost sounded like if Amish people took a stab at making house music, or kind of like if ABBA was from Saskatchewan, say, instead of Sweden. It was strange. You had like these huge, huge bands, RK Fire, Edward Sharp and the Magnetic Zeros, which kind of sounds just like a serial. And no one ever knew who they were. It was like, are they siblings? Are they cousins? Are they dating? All of the above. It was hard to tell. The only thing you knew is that they all looked kind of like very hot scarecrows that came to life, frosted to snowman style, and then disappeared when it was time for EDM to take over. And if you were to ask me, Matt, how many people on average were in some of these bands? I would say upward of 19, 19 people. The taxes must have been a nightmare. You're like, oh yeah, what's my cut? What's my cut of the tour? I'm banjo number three slash accordion slash, you know, that fishbone percussion thing.