600

Dear Days,

600 and counting....  Skating everyday is easy, and much more fun than brushing you teeth.  Doing the Iceberg, that is hard.  But why am I telling you this?  You already know it and you should be skating.  Do it for freedom, man, do it for love, do it because you can.

Not to worry.

Dear Worried,

Be thee of good cheer.  We don't know where we come from and we don't know what we are.  We do know that there is an awful, terrifying, and sublime amount of beauty, love, and truth.  Speak it, see it, feel it.

Face it.

Dear Grooved,

Here is a song my DJ played and I had never heard it before, but now, I can't really live without it.  My DJ was a real gentlemen about this song's dubious & dated descriptions of women, and maybe his acknowledgement of the canned and sexist language made it easy for me to forgive this song, and love love love its stone cold groove.

His Shirt Said

Dear Whomever,

I have been thinking of you; a lot.  I haven't wanted to write, because I could only think of complaints.  I know you don't want to hear all that.  And you know I am committed to giving you the best of what I have here.

I enclose this poem- I hope you will read it, and know what I mean.





His Shirt Said


I was going to tell you about how it is here,
where I live,
about the beauty of it all;
the branches, the breeze,
even the chrome and the people; but
a man was walking across the road
and his shirt said
his chest read:
Because I Said So.

10:09

Dear Only a Few Minutes,

It's ten oh nine, and I have 6 minutes to send this to you!  It's important, it's inspirational, it's what my DJ just played for me:  Cocaine Cowboys, your song for today.   Ten oh twelve, done!

Lossless

Dear Lo-Fi,

Here is a fine song for today; blown out and muffled, but just like the old days, when you wanted to keep a song to play again, you had to dupe it on your tape deck from the radio, and fidelity would be affected by the reproduction.

The Sisters

Dear Harmonies,

Here is a film for you; a slow, languorous film, submitted for your approval:  The McGarrigles.