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Dear Conor Oberst,
I'm still in love with you and your music. It's a love affair that's been going on for a number of years now. You know... before you became the best-of-the-week on a Jo Whiley show, and before you became the wonderkid of every emo boy and girl up and down the country. But I just can't help it. When you put your heart in your mouth, and your pen to paper, you become the only voice on CD worth listening to.
No. You're not the Bob Dylan for this generation. You're so much more than that. Your a voice and a body for an entire-sub culture of misunderstood youths. And I don't mean 'misunderstood' in a 'wow, I love Good Charlotte... aren't they really cool wearing black and being all alternative' way. By misundertsood, I mean the true souls that are lost and alone. You've helped bring comfort through the dark for so many people, regardless of their problems. And all you had to do was pick up an acoustic guitar. Well... that, and pour out your heart and soul.
There's so much I need to thank you for. Not only for your music being the most beautiful thing I've ever heard, and am ever likely to hear (well, joint with Elliott Smith, ok?), but for so many other things. For bringing people together. For being the soundtrack to my love of so many people. And for introducing me to others like you. Thanks to you, I've come to know the beauty of The Good Life, Azure Ray, Son Ambulance, Tilly and the Wall, and so many others. And hey... you brought us Willy Mason. I have to thank you for that.
I'll never forget singing along to 'First Day of My Life' on the last train home from Manchester. I'll never forget that Christmas under the shaddow of the big tree in Leeds, and how 'Lua' became a beautiful backdrop to that. I'll never forget how my heart nearly stopped and crumbled when I first heard 'Haligh, Haligh, A Lie, Haligh', or how I still remain to be blown away by 'A Poetic Retelling of an Unfortunate Seduction'. I'll never forget how that time when I got really badly wasted, I was still aware enough to sing your songs (I'm told). I'll never forget the best conversations, in the wee early hours, over 'Landlocked Blues' and 'Poison Oak'. I'll never forget how 'Eating for You' once summed up everything I wanted to say. I'll never forget listening to 'Messanger Bird's Song' at 5 in the morning in the kitchen over a coffee. I'll never forget singing 'It's your birthday, happy birthday daring (!)' with Willy Mason round the back of the Cockpit... or... well... with Emma whenever it was anyone's birthday. I'll never forget that night at the Met Uni (an experience I'll share with the best of friends), where you showed yourself to be an inspiration, and a follower of the very sub-culture you were leading. I'll never forget how 'Fevers and Mirrors' would alone make the day go that little bit easier. Now. As I listen to you once again, missing the loves of my life, I know I'll never forget this moment either.
So thank you. We are all in a debt to you, impossible to pay. I hope one day I can give you this letter. I'm unsure on whether or not you'll care. But it's the least I can do.
Ryan
Anyone got Oberst's address?
I'm still in love with you and your music. It's a love affair that's been going on for a number of years now. You know... before you became the best-of-the-week on a Jo Whiley show, and before you became the wonderkid of every emo boy and girl up and down the country. But I just can't help it. When you put your heart in your mouth, and your pen to paper, you become the only voice on CD worth listening to.
No. You're not the Bob Dylan for this generation. You're so much more than that. Your a voice and a body for an entire-sub culture of misunderstood youths. And I don't mean 'misunderstood' in a 'wow, I love Good Charlotte... aren't they really cool wearing black and being all alternative' way. By misundertsood, I mean the true souls that are lost and alone. You've helped bring comfort through the dark for so many people, regardless of their problems. And all you had to do was pick up an acoustic guitar. Well... that, and pour out your heart and soul.
There's so much I need to thank you for. Not only for your music being the most beautiful thing I've ever heard, and am ever likely to hear (well, joint with Elliott Smith, ok?), but for so many other things. For bringing people together. For being the soundtrack to my love of so many people. And for introducing me to others like you. Thanks to you, I've come to know the beauty of The Good Life, Azure Ray, Son Ambulance, Tilly and the Wall, and so many others. And hey... you brought us Willy Mason. I have to thank you for that.
I'll never forget singing along to 'First Day of My Life' on the last train home from Manchester. I'll never forget that Christmas under the shaddow of the big tree in Leeds, and how 'Lua' became a beautiful backdrop to that. I'll never forget how my heart nearly stopped and crumbled when I first heard 'Haligh, Haligh, A Lie, Haligh', or how I still remain to be blown away by 'A Poetic Retelling of an Unfortunate Seduction'. I'll never forget how that time when I got really badly wasted, I was still aware enough to sing your songs (I'm told). I'll never forget the best conversations, in the wee early hours, over 'Landlocked Blues' and 'Poison Oak'. I'll never forget how 'Eating for You' once summed up everything I wanted to say. I'll never forget listening to 'Messanger Bird's Song' at 5 in the morning in the kitchen over a coffee. I'll never forget singing 'It's your birthday, happy birthday daring (!)' with Willy Mason round the back of the Cockpit... or... well... with Emma whenever it was anyone's birthday. I'll never forget that night at the Met Uni (an experience I'll share with the best of friends), where you showed yourself to be an inspiration, and a follower of the very sub-culture you were leading. I'll never forget how 'Fevers and Mirrors' would alone make the day go that little bit easier. Now. As I listen to you once again, missing the loves of my life, I know I'll never forget this moment either.
So thank you. We are all in a debt to you, impossible to pay. I hope one day I can give you this letter. I'm unsure on whether or not you'll care. But it's the least I can do.
Ryan
Anyone got Oberst's address?