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August 30, 2005

Fan Mail

Dear Shannon,

This is your neighbor here. I feel I have to tell you, that you have totally gone over the line. The reason is, all you ever listen to is Spoon and I can’t take it anymore. You think I am a bad neighbor and write nasty things about me and hate me and stuff but YOU are the twisted one. I hate to break it to you but there is a lot of other really great music to listen to like Usher and Hilary Duff. Give me a break! I can’t take any more Spoon! Everytime I hear the opening of My Mathmatical Mind, like eight thousand times a day I just want to VOMIT. And when I think you are going to stop playing Gimme Fiction for a while, you just start playing Kill the Moonlight, Girls Can Tell, even A Series of Sneaks! I can’t fucking take it anymore. You’ve always handled your other obsessions well, except for that Arcade Fire thing around Thanksgiving but thankfully I went to Costa Rica and missed the worst of it. Seriously I am concerned about your mental health. What’s so great about Britt Fucking Daniel anyway? Usher at least has a killer body. The past few days I thought maybe you were getting over it but today, all day, all fucking day nothing but SPOON, SPOON, SPOON. And you don’t think I can hear, but when you play those KCRW sessions on your computer I can totally hear them. You are watching them too, aren’t you, you whack job. Get some help, seriously, an intervention is needed. Next time I come home at 2:00 A.M. and make a lot of noise remember! Remember what a bad neighbor you are, even the mailman is sick of Spoon!

Sincerely,
Elefant

Posted by Shannon at August 30, 2005 11:14 PM
Posted to Adventures in Rock and Roll

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Posted by: Stephen at August 31, 2005 6:16 AM

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