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The worst you can do is harm

I bought the CD by The Long Winters because it features two members of Death Cab For Cutie, Ben Gibbard and Chris Walla. The band’s fronted by John Roderick, who sounds eerily like the lead singer for REM, whose name eludes me at the moment. Anyway, the album’s pretty good, and the cover booklet is easily the best I’ve ever seen. He’s chosen to sprinkle letters from ex-girlfriends in between song lyrics, and the effect is nothing short of amazing. Here’s an excerpt:


   You are a world-class bullshitter. You say you’ve quit lying to your friends, so I am left to wonder if I’m not your friend. Or, are you just bullshitting at every opportunity? John I like myself enough to make changes in my life and to get out of this funk I’ve been in. I wanted to help you by letting you stay here until you got it going, but you’ve shown no sign of getting your life going in the week you’ve been back.

Stop being so selfish and scared.

Stop running away from me.

Give me something of yourself. Make it genuine. Do it soon. I’m not waiting around playing stupid anymore. Do not fail to understand that, John.

   If you don’t respond to this, I guess my closing statement is – it’s been fun. I don’t know what else to say. My heart aches to think of the love you refused to give me.

One of the things I’ve always loved about Indie music is the raw, heartfelt emotion it conveys, not just with lyrics, but phrases, hooks, rythms, and harmony. The way John pours himself so willingly onto the pages of his CD booklet is, to me, what music should be about. It is a tad that ironic he gives so freely to his audience what he wouldn’t give to his nameless ex, but that’s life I suppose.

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