So, I think a lot about internal dialogues--my own and that of others--and lately my internal dialogue has consisted of letters, and I don't mean the alphabet kind. While going throughout my day, I'll often think something like "Dear Raisins, I love you for being so delicious, easy to carry, and child-friendly. I heart you. Sincerely, Paige" These letters have never before met paper, and, with a very few exceptions, have never been said out-loud. I feel that I should change this; therefore, I present, probably more for my own amusement rather than yours, a new series: Letters.
Dear Depeche Mode,
SotU is, as expected, utterly brilliant. It is, admittedly, rather similar to "Angel", but no matter, it was there that I first found and fell in love with you. You are, undoubtedly, the gods of my hallowed electronic rock--even the Pet Shop Boys can't compete with you globally, which makes "Sounds of the Universe" so apt a name. It was your industrial sound and skill with the synthesizer that emblazoned you on my arms. Furthermore, with your lyrics, we are of one heart and one mind. I cannot praise you enough. xoxox
Paige
P.S. Love for influencing my beloved band The Killers.
1 comment:
I love this. I often find myself doing the same thing, but of course never articulate it so beautifully. You are my idol.
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