Mount Eerie is the musical project of Anacortes, Washington-based songwriter and producer Phil Elverum. Elverum (formerly of The Microphones) is the principal member of the band, but has collaborated with many other musicians on his records and in live performances. Most of Mount Eerie's releases have been issued on Elverum's label P.W. Elverum & Sun, Ltd., and feature inventive and highly detailed packaging with his own artwork.
Following the release of The Microphones' Mount Eerie album, Elverum announced that he would no longer use the Microphones moniker, opting instead to record under the name Mount Eerie, after the area in Anacortes, WA called Mount Erie. In an interview with CITR-FM's Discorder in September 2003, Elverum gave his reasons for this change: "Mount Eerie is a new project. The Microphones was completed, or at least at a good stopping point. I did it because I am ready for new things. I am new." Around this time, Elverum also changed the spelling of his own surname (previously, Elvrum).
Mount Eerie is the last studio album from the band The Microphones. Microphones frontman Phil Elvrum began working on "Mount Eerie" after taking a long tour of Europe and North America. Released by K Records in 2003, the album is named after the mountain on Fidalgo Island where Elvrum spent much of his childhood.
These singers form the chorus of the title track.
And when I talked to my friends
And found out that you're having fun
That you're swallowing life
That you're in the sun
That you're fucking around
You're growing a new one
I bellow out my voice
I yell out loud
I have my shirt off in front of a crowd
I tell em about you, and how you're gone.......
But in my lying
Don't I have you in my mind the entire time
Yeah, I can leave all the places we went
But I can't leave without my bones you bent
So I hobble along
And now it's me who's gone
And now it's me who has your fear of opening hearts
And all the false starts we could tear apart
With this deep gouging biting back
With this way that you get all my friends in the sack
But whats left?
I scream as I look up at night
Where the novelty has worn off of your light
What gives? and I roll on the ground
Who cares? I yell and there's no answering sound
And there's nobody around
And then my answer was found