someday i'll feel no pain

Dear Omaha (Emoha),

Future generations shall be stunted by the dysfunctionality of love-relations scenarios in your music. We know it's true. When I posed this to my recently heartbroken friend, he admitted, "I conducted my relationships in high school based on BLACK FLAG lyrics. That is how I thought things were supposed to be." At a certain point, when you are 30 and writing solely about your amorous affairs as seething, inevitable, blazing trainwrecks, shielding yourself from ownership in a blind tunnel of alcoholism—and your core audience has yet to graduate from high school—you just have to start taking responsibility for yourself. Own up to your own influence. Recognize the heft of the words you put out for anyone to digest. And, for god's sakes, get some fucking therapy.

Get some therapy,
julianne.