Enni Roud ~upd~ -

I found it scrawled on a torn piece of paper inside a used copy of a 1970s folk songbook. The handwriting was shaky, almost urgent. Underneath, someone had written: “find this.”

The Wandering Archivist

I searched the index for songs about boredom, about listlessness, about that heavy, gray-cloud feeling. Surprisingly, there aren’t many. Folk music is full of murder, betrayal, emigration, and drowning. But pure ennui ? That’s a 20th-century luxury. Peasants in the 1800s didn’t have time for ennui—they had potatoes to dig and cows to milk. enni roud