dear devendra banhart:
i <3 you. muchly. why couldn't we work out? oh, that's right. you were with Natalie Portman. maybe you still are. trivial matters. i'm sure mitch wouldn't mind if you moved in for a while. i hear utah is beautiful in the spring time.
dear tilly and the wall:
it's been two years. two longs years. you know i'm your number one fan, so what gives? i'd appreciate it if you put an end to this tapping drought for me and gifted me with a new album. maybe for my birthday. it's march 14. make it happen?
dear rilo kiley:
please see above letter to tilly. same goes for you. don't break up on me. i know you're wildly successful, jenny, but don't break my heart like that. can't you find success both solo and in group? i worship you; you know that. under the blacklight may not have been your shining moment, but you do no wrong in my eyes. come back. just one more album. i'll sell my soul for you, jenny. just one more album.
dear fleet foxes:
omg. thank you.
dear grizzly bear:
i think i finally get it. veckatimest. i see it now. i'm sorry i doubted you. welcome to my exclusive club of musical lovers.
dear decemberists:
i completely disown you. we had an enchanting love affair my sophomore year in high school. since then, you've given me nothing but broken promises and an abomination called the hazards of love. get off my ipod.
dear camera obscura:
congratulations on the best album of 2009. please come to America soon. preferably good ol' SLC. i swear i'll make it worth your while. whatever that means.
