Ian Svenonius, if you are reading this than I would like you to know that it was not very funny to leave several copies of a record with no sleeve in the Scrap Exchange thrift in Durham. The label reading: "Hi! I'm the Lost Record" was unfunny to me. You may think this is funny but it's not. After taking it home for $1 and putting it on the turntable, I immediately recognized your lisp and could feel your sneer through the needle. The ironically daceable drum machine and laconic lyrics did nothing for me. I particularly did not appreciate hearing the lyric "when you find me anyway in a dollar bin, in a basement, in a thrift store, someone threw me away."
"I can tell you that the record company, they neglected me." This seems to be true, Ian. Merge Records if you care to comment on why there were several copies of this unfunny post-punk album, sleeveless and brutally stacked vinylagainstvinyl in a mail bin at the Scrap Exchange thrift in Durham, NC-- save it, because it doesn't really matter.
Thanks,
MPB
P.S. do you remember when you told my friends that your dj set with Calvin Johnson was lame, when they were sitting outside of the Owl in Chicago after they'd been kicked out for being underage? that was cool of you.
