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Sept 4th came and went.  and I’m sorry to announce that i don’t  think any of you made it into the junk folder. so… no dollar for you.

but this is what it looks like after a week.  To be honest I thought there would be more. But hey, if I learned anything from this exercise its that you will be glad if you choose our soft.  Wait, what?

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vid spotted by Jason Kaplan

down load this.

http://www.sendspace.com/file/12qk62

my friend and fellow maniac Mike Elling makes a great mixtape every month.

This month’s list looks like this…

The XX – Intro
Discovery – Swing Tree
Amanda Blank – Shame On Me
Delorean – Seasun
New Boyz – You’re A Jerk
The Big Pink – Dominos
Simian Mobile Disco – Off The Map
Kings of Convenience – Mrs. Cold
The Dodos – Fables
Small Black – Despicable Dogs
Bad Veins – Crosseyed
La Roux – Colourless Colour
Wave Machines – Keep the Lights On
The Raveonettes – Suicide
The Temper Trap – Sweet Disposition
Washed Out – Feel it All Around
Stellastarr* – Move On
Band of Skulls – Death By Diamonds and Pearls
Mew – Beach
Throw Me The Statue – Noises
Sheena Easton – Strut
The Dead Weather – I Cut Like a Buffalo

so as he put it.
burn it to a disk and put it in your car.

if you have one.
d

mike also states:
**And if you like what you hear, please support these artists and the music industry by purchasing their full length albums.

I just erased my spam folder.
which I do more than three times a day.*

I am at zero.

So, the next time I
open that mailbox
will be on September 4th.

Lets see how many I accrue!

daniel_stessen@yahoo.com just in case you think you can create something that makes into the junk folder.
I’ll write you back and let you know if you did it and then mail you a dollar.
I have money on David Stokes.

Yahoo!
should be a thumbs down instead of an exclamation mark but I don’t have photoshop on this computer.

talk soon
d

*more than three- a figure created by Spirit Animal.

No one ever really knew how truly weird and deranged I was growing up. Partially because they didn’t expect it, and partially because I am really really good at keeping secrets. I was friends with every kind of human I could find, never got picked on, and was still always a square peg somehow.

The summer of 8^th grade something happened. My girlfriends all started to become hoebags and my boyfriends all started to become alcoholics. (this has yet to change.. sorry guys, but it’s true) I fell hard in crush-love with a guy 10 years older than me and felt like I needed to have something relevant to talk about (this also has not changed) Consequently, I started to discover music and books that were beyond my circle of popular friends. I wandered around Looney Tunes and bought a cd I’d never heard of and then wandered around the library and picked up a book I’d never heard of. Nestled between the bookshelves of my new mothball scented summer home I popped out Ready to Die from my Discman and in placed the fresh new copy of  OK Computer then immediately opened The Virgin Suicides… within about 10 minutes my brains started to drizzle out of my ears. I left 30 minutes later to buy a pack of cigarettes for the first time (no one I.D.s you in NY for anything ever) and went to my secret hiding spot. Laid out in the bleachers that were relatively empty except for when the town would hold bi-weekly fire truck drag races and bi-daily weed smoking races held by the older kids that in a year would end up being my friends, something shifted in my brain. I didn’t give a fuck about being a square peg anymore, and decided to just try to secretly grow up without hurting anybody in the process.

I stole The Virgin Suicides from the library and eventually dropped off a new copy that I bought with babysitting money. I enclosed a note with 87 cents taped to it (my late fees) that said:

“ Dear Librarian that drives the orange Dodge Dart,

I love your car, and I stole this book from you over the summer. I’m sorry, but you don’t want it back because I wrote all over it. Here’s a new one. I promise I will try not to steal any more books from you, but if I do, I promise I will replace them.

Whoops,

k-n.l.b”

“Always keep your promises and always pay cash.”- My Grandma

I’m babbling about this because I saw this trailer awhile back and have been meaning to share it. It looks like something I would have liked more than a decade or so ago, which means I probably still would. These are the kind of kids I always tried to be friends with because they were so fucking fascinating to me. We liked the same things, wore black on Cobain’s birthday and didn’t talk about it, and yet we were so very different. This trailer makes me want to look through my yearbook and then creep out on facebook for an embarrassingly long time.

 

P.S.

I still have my copy of that book, it still smells like mothballs, and I still have my original OK Computer. (sentimental as shit).

Whoops,

Ace Bitch