say cheerio to this love.

and it has been three months,
and i have this to say.

dear jalky,

hi, how’re you? have you made lots of friends up there on ‘the other side?’, i’m sure you have. there is a lot to be said about dead folk, there are many up there that are, what we mortals call, intelligent. do they have music on ‘the other side?’, well if they didn’t before i am sure they do now, because of you. have you met any cool ill-faded rockstars who met their own demise before they were really old enough to know anything about demise? i must say, you always had a kurt cobain punk rock attitude on life, but i never thought you’d be brash enough to go through with it. in some ways i admire your adversity, you saw nothing beautiful so you got out as quickly as you could. well, i don’t know if that is so much admirable as weak, but you know how my cynical little mind works. i must say sir, i did see beauty in you and granted, i could have been more vocal about it, but you probably would have just ignored it, you had a tendency of forgetting the good parts, bucko, yes you did. But that’s alright, we are trying to look past that. Say, here’s the deal, i’ll keep spending my life crying over how i didn’t get enough time to get through to you, and how you had your whole life ahead of you and yadda yadda, all of that silly stuff if you just do one thing for me. it’s a pretty big one thing though, ya ready?, well, when i finally get tickets to see that handsomly gifted man, John Edwards, how’s about you go to your window of opportunity and let a little light out. send john a message that only i would understand in jalky terms, it can be anything. it can even be about you meeting david cross and pretending i don’t know and telling me for the ninehundredth time. I would like that, a lot. But you know, you don’t have to, i’m just throwing it out there for suggestion. you run wild with it if you like. So, what’s going on on earth you ask? aww nothing. same ol’ same ol’, terrorism, insider trading, poverty, kidnapping, all of those fun, earthtype things. My hair is lighter, of course you know that, don’t you? You turn on that big television globe thing and you watch me, eight o’clock, every friday night. That’s why I hardly ever take a shower on friday evenings, I try and hold off on doing anything that requires taking off my clothes. So, what else left is there ? i’m going to visit dumbho and sit on the steps of a brownstone and pretend you’re there, just like we did some time ago. Maybe, if i’m feeling adventerous enough, i’ll go to pedro’s and order two drinks and set one across the table and let the chair out a little bit and have a conversation like you’re in the room. It’s going to be magic, it really will. You’ll see.

anyway, i’ll hit you up next month with another letter. i’ll leave you with whatever sentiments you didn’t leave me with. yadda yadda, i miss you, yadda yadda, i am a mess without you yadda yadda, i am in love with you and you’re not even around hide it from! yadda yadda, see you soon.

cheerio love , xoxo.

p.s: you missed the chance to meet sonic youth when you went and hung yourself on me, that’s okay. by the way: being on “the other side” do you get privalages such as hearing new lp’s before we can steal them from the internet? i bet you do. i bet that’s why you chose friday at eightoclock in the evening to watch me instead of twelve in the afternoon, because you’re too busy in the recording studio with boards of canada or broadcast. Ohh, i understand now, so that’s really why you chose death? to get closer to the music? you little trickster, you. well atleast you went for something there and thought it out and it just wasn’t something you did ‘in the moment’ ha, now that would have been really silly.