Dearest Ryan,
It's your sweet lil' gals again. Eddie Vedder's words, "worship the music, not the artist" have been stuck-fast in our H-heads since the prom ended. See, we left without shaking your Midas hand — minus an autograph or even a burning photograph — but at least the music is always ours to keep when you're gone. We guess these girls are better off in your head, and you're better off in their CD player. Till next prom, we're building another wishing-well — hoping you lose the chestiness (all that money buys you medicine but not time, as you'd say). Oh, snap — and maybe that box set?
Take it easy, tiger.
Published in IE Weekly, January 31, 2008.
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