Dear Music...

Has anyone ever written a song about songs? They should, because you're great. I know I don't say this enough, but you've always been there for me, for all of us, and I don't know what I'd listen to without you. You remind me of things I've forgotten. Girls I used to like, car crashes that almost killed people I know, the things I don't work to hard to remember.

Also, I am really sorry that I have only acquired my first pair of full-ear headphones this year ("ear goggles" for you sure shot fans). In many ways I'm only growing to understand you now. Which is why we are made for eachother. For example, not three minutes ago I shut my door to avoid something, and now that I have The Shins taking care of me, I've already forgotten what it was. A friend called me today to say that his new job is going well, but that he won't move into an apartment until he can afford an iPod. And I think that is the most level headed decision I've heard all week. After I started my new job yesterday I made a similar promise to myself, only since I have a dorm room, I am going to let my cavity drill itself for a little while longer.

When I reread that sentence I may be acting unreasonably, but then "Harlot" by Felix came on the headphones.

love,

Brendan