Open letter to Blake Schwarzenbach

When things so sound to good to be true, they usually are. Cliche I know, but it's true.

So I hear you have a new band, that is pretty cool. I even heard you got Aaron Cometbus to play drums, and that you played your first show at a house party in Brooklyn. I just have one thing I need to say to you: You better not break my heart again!
I can remember the last time you did. I was a precocious 14 year old strung out on 24hr Revenge Therapy and putting "Sea Foam Green" on every mixtape I could. You were fronting a little band called Jets to Brazil and slowing it down a bit with a little piano here and there. I was hesitant at first, I will admit, you could even say I was a little scared. I won't deny it, but with such high hopes it was impossible not to be. I finally worked up the nerve to buy Orange Rhyming Dictionary and then it happened: I didn't feel it. There I was sitting in front of my stereo and I couldn't feel it. The music wasn't bad, it was actually pretty good, but I felt not even a percentage of what I had felt when I heard "Want" for the first time. I was broken, but I'm not going to blame you. You didn't owe me anything.
Now I am 22 and I hear about this new band, Thorns of Life, and it sounds like something too good to actually happen. So I watch the videos from your first show expecting to be let down, but hoping to be wrong. Through the static I was supirsed. It sounded fun and I felt a spark.
I might be foolish to open myself up for another heartbreak, to let you again tarnish the mental image I had created of you from scraps of songs and photos, but I am going to.

And you better not let me down.

Album of the Week: The Dead C

DEAD C- TUSK

Who needs a big muff when you have a shitty guitar amp and all the tape hiss in the world. Buy this. Lo-fi noise rock from New Zealand at its absolute best. Turn it down low on your stereo and let your drive to the grocery store take on an oddly surreal and unsettling feel.

Hello

I wanted to start a zine but didn't feel like killing trees.
so here we go.