(i spend my life writing letters to people i’ve never met)
dear stevie,
i’m not sure what it is about this particular album that has me play it over and over again when it’s in my vicinity.
first there was the very well worn LP back at home in enmore, that’s been banned from being played when paul’s in the house. and now i finally have the album on my computer it’s all started again.
bella donna on high repeat.
i remember coming home and courtney having the LP playing and being very happy. singing out loud. over and over, i never grew weary of the songs.
then it got banned, and i would occasionally have little freak outs that the LP had been hidden, or worst case, broken (paranoia abounds at times). eventually i’d find it, hidden on the bottom of the pile, or in another room.
and now, in my home in toronto, i sit and smile as dian sings all your songs word for word. i love being around people who love the things i do.
like your music.
love, jessie

you make me seem so evil. i’m really nice! (just a bit intolerant sometimes) x