Everyone else may have forgotten... but I have not. You promised fifty states. You delivered two. Since then: pretty much nothing else. This is totally unacceptable.
"Chicago" is a song I can't find adjectives suitable to describe. Ditto for "Casimir Pulaski Day". "John Wayne Gacy, Jr" gives me the shivers. And the one about Ypsilanti with the outrageously long title? That shit gives me all manner of goosebumps. Even if it's August. I could go on, but the point is: you're kind of a genius. You're good at what you do. You should do more of it. Then you should release more of it so I can stuff it in my ear canals and feel all shivery and shimmery-strange and incandescently ecstatic and sad and also like my stomach's riding on a tilt-a-whirl. Even if it's just songs about names you recorded in a closet or a bathtub somewhere in 1998. (Because yes, even that was pretty good.) Really, at this point, I'll take whatever I can get.
Please? Thanks. Have a nice day.
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