the internet FTWJanuary 10, 2011
A few months ago Pitchfork had a Guest List feature about this musician Julian Lynch. At the time I hadn’t heard of him, but I saw this lil nugget:
Obviously I loved this, and sent it to Ian with a note along the lines of, I don’t know who this guy is, but he has some nice things to say.
Sometime later Brett gave me a copy of Mare along with the new Justin Townes Earle record and then Ann put that Mumford and Sons song on a mix and a new favorite Beach House song came into rotation and I heard Wye Oak – “I Hope You Die” (which I have listened to every day since). So many good music things were happening, and I felt so refreshed by it.
It made me happy to like this guy’s record, that it was actually so good, after he’d sang Ian’s praises. It was like he’d said those things about me, too. A few weeks ago I was filling orders at work when I noticed he’d placed one! I wrote him a note, told him I liked his music, and sent him a bunch of extra LPs.
Then Jessica got into the album, too, and he played at Subterannean A last night and we went! I introduced myself to him afterward, and he was so gracious and kind. He was the one who had just played a show that I paid money to see, but he seemed genuinely thankful that I came out. We’d communicated via both the Internet and regular mail already, and this completed the trifecta – in-person contact!
So. Obviously. Today I had nothing to say on Twitter but wanted to post something a little funny and celebrity stalker-esque. This is what happened:
And then this, a few hours later.
My creepiness is a bottom-layer brick in the foundation for my personality, and I accept that.