Robin Pecknold stands outside a pagoda-roofed building in Los Angeles' Chinatown, admiring the beautiful old sign affixed to the facade: "BLACK DRAGON WU-SHU KUNG FU SOCIETY," it reads in sharp-edged black-and-red letters. "This is an artist's space now," the Fleet Foxes frontman says. Last year, it came on the rental market, and for a moment, Pecknold, who lives in New York, fantasized about
This article originally appeared on www.rollingstone.com: Inside Fleet Foxes’ Disappearance and Rebirth