Dear Fuck World Trade,

Well, you know you're the reason i'm at this forum, so that was a pretty good job. No, don't say it. Don't, the drums were incredible. Yes, that snare was just brilliant. I know I know, you don't need to apologize for what you have become, just remember that in 2004, everything was brilliant. Only you could bring those orchestral instruments in and not make it seem pompous. Great job on Operation M.O.V.E aswell, just great. We should hang out some time.

P.S: Was that re-recording of Choking Victim's 'Apple Pie and Police State' that is on Rock The 40oz: Reloaded recorded in the same sessions as you? It sure sounds like it.

P.P.S: I know that re-recording of Choking Victim's 'Infested' was - it was on your demo, and good fucking job on that one. The backups are a bit loud but it's not like it's your fault or anything, I guess you were in the right not letting it on board.

Dear Spiderland,

Is this man bothering you?

If so, I'm sure we could round up a posse.

Personally, I'm more "fright" than "fight" so don't count on me if he's big.

Regards

F.

polyfoam wrote:Dennis Wilson's Pacific Ocean Blue,

Get fucked. My roommates brought you into our home and you've done nothing but stink up our couch and get fat on our food.

You're a headache in album form. You've got one week. One week. Then you're outta here.

I'm serious.

Go to rehab,
J

Dear Pacific Ocean Blue,
You're welcome at my place anytime.

Signed,
the Fucking Wizard

Ty Webb wrote:Dear Music To Make Love To Your Old Lady By by Lovage,

Bathe Jennifer Charles, anoint her with precious oils, and bring her to me.


Solid,
Ty Webb

Ever listen to Elysian Fields? Asplode.

Dear Down Colorful Hill,

You're beautiful, you know that? A breath of fresh air finding you. Kozelek really gave it his all, or at least, knew exactly what to do to make you. Very good job, I must say. It's not so much that you're depressing, but you're comfortable. Yeah, that's it. Long songs that don't get boring, and an actual narrative, not just some scrambled shit. Anyway, enough of this love fest, you know what I mean.

Dear The Ruiner by Made Out of Babies,

Where the fuck are you? I haven't seen you in a week and a half. At least call and tell me you're okay.

Dear "Black Ice" by AC/DC,

Please don't suck eggs.

Dear "Ha! Ha! Ha!",

Although no one understands our love, you still give me goosebumps.

Tell Midge to fuck right off by the way. Yes, I am still bitter.

Kisses...

Adolescent Sex,

You say that you "outgrew me". What the fuck is that supposed to mean? You were immature, loud, unrefined. My friends all fucking hated you. You cried. I listened. You tried too hard and alienated everyone. I never lost faith in you.

In "Obscure Alternatives" you took baby steps toward sophistication. I was proud of what you were becoming yet afraid of where you were going.

This came to pass. You became ashamed of where you came from...ashamed of US.

You know what. Never mind. Fuck you. You want to be fucking Duran Duran. Go ahead. Do that shit without me.

Eric, September 1979.


Nine Horses,

I saw you in the record store this past week. I hope you don't think it's weird but time has been very good to you. I know I was an asshole during out breakup but I was really hurt. No regrets though, eh

I still can't listen to what you were doing in the 80's...no offense. I miss that stringy haired kid that I fell in love with.

I won't be bothering you again. Seeing you brought back some strong feelings that I never really got over. This has helped. Thanks.

You don't have to write me back but I won't be upset if you do.

Eric, July 2007

Dear Terraform,


Thanks for re-introducing me to my long lost friend Marijuana. We should get together and hang out with beer again this friday. It always rules. Us three together, driving down Extraterrestrial Highway, all I need. Well, maybe with a little road head from a Vegas hoodrat aswell. That's all I need.


Oh yea, I talked to Liar, He's down to cruise too.


-Anthony