Be the Cowboy had just been released and I was listening to it on repeat. I lived alone in Austin, in a shed-like rental eclipsed by a freshly constructed hypermodern compound.
I was at a diner with a friend and we were having a passionate discussion about our thoughts on the album and which songs were our favorite. The owner of the diner, a nice man in his early 60s, came up to us and asked us what we were talking about. We told him about Mitski and had a very pleasant conversation about music. He then went to his sound system and put Be the Cowboy on in its entirety. We were simultaneously touched and a little embarrassed.
My friend Steph met her at a house party in Bushwick in 2015-ish and said she was so sweet and a little shy—crazy but not surprising that she’s a superstar now. ⭐️
