OPEN LETTER TO GRIZZLY BEAR
Dear Grizzly Bear,
I tried watching you on whatever talk show that was last night but I passed out on the couch before you came on. I don't remember the guests. The evidence was in my morning face, smooshed and puffy like it has been. Remote control indent in my cheek flesh. The gleaming-ass white people, lapels pressed, on "Good Morning New York," bellowing when I woke up. I crawled back to my bed to the sound of their voices. The shit was humbling. Felt like Lovely in "Girl 6" - stood up beneath the Wonder Wheel. Trying to smile against Coney Island's cold wind.
Anyway, I regret missing your performance.
Sincerely,
J. Escobedo Shepherd
thanks for trying girl.
Carson Daly is on way too late anyone. All we got were a few myspace notes from stoners (literally talking about how they were either high, or about to get high) that chanced upon the performance and were glad we weren't another "fall out boy type band"
cool?
I guess so.
Thanks for trying! Girl you need a Tivo
:)