letters to the Editor
Dear Pisani - last night, your moment of shining, short-handed glory made up for the previous 40 minutes of slow, painful, hope-sucking drudgery. I cannot thank you enough.
Dear Festival - in four days you will be 10 years old. Your gift will be 7 days of beautiful music and adorable musicians flocking to your side and gathering in your dwelling places. And in your honour, i shall sacrifice my sleep patterns, my sanity, and my entire personal life for the next two weeks. All hail.
Dear Lucy iMac - for the love of god, stop seizing up on me. There's no time for you to have temper tantrums.
Dear Fate - for possibly the first time ever, you have granted me both a truly safe place and the ability to be excited to be there. Please don't make me pay for this. I can't afford it.
Dear Festival - in four days you will be 10 years old. Your gift will be 7 days of beautiful music and adorable musicians flocking to your side and gathering in your dwelling places. And in your honour, i shall sacrifice my sleep patterns, my sanity, and my entire personal life for the next two weeks. All hail.
Dear Lucy iMac - for the love of god, stop seizing up on me. There's no time for you to have temper tantrums.
Dear Fate - for possibly the first time ever, you have granted me both a truly safe place and the ability to be excited to be there. Please don't make me pay for this. I can't afford it.