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Open letter to the guy in front of me at the bookstore checkout counter this morning

coverart-motelmotel.jpgAn open letter to the guy in front of me at the bookstore checkout counter this morning:

Dear guy in front of me at the bookstore checkout counter this morning,

There was nothing clever, smart, cute or witty when you asked the girl at the bookstore checkout counter: “Where can I find books by Honoré de Ballsack… oh, I mean Balzac.”

No, you didn’t mess up. It wasn’t a slip. It was purposeful. You tried. I know you tried because you turned to me with a grin of such self-satisfaction you needed to know others would celebrate it with you. No dice. I rolled my eyes at you filled with the deepest, most sincere conviction that what you did was dumb. No need to open up the thesaurus to pretty it up: it was dumb. Pure, sincere, glossy dumb.

Yeah, the bookstore clerk is a cutie, what with her long brown braids on either side of her dangling down in front of her shoulders, but if you thought that was going to impress her you need to return to the frathouse and keep trying to score with passed-out drunk girls.

But you, you have to go home and live with your dumb self. All I need to do to exfoliate the blister of your presence in my life is sink myself into a good song. That honour belongs to Colorado natives Motel Motel and their song Virginia Kids, an expansive, mood-shifting work which is easy to completely lose yourself in. From its effulgent, engagingly bittersweet alt-country intro, to its raucous, up-tempo, inspirational second movement, wrapping up with its dreamy sweeps and hazy, outright resentful ending, it’s a top-notch musical tale told with equal measure by Motel Motel’s effective instrumentation and infectious lead vocals. With an album on the way (completely self-produced, may I add) there is much to be excited about. And I thank the guys from the band for allowing me to host the MP3 for Virginia Kids on A Limerick Ox, in the course of this open letter.

Not to mention, guy in front of me at the bookstore checkout counter, the delivery your line was off. Maybe you should have rehearsed. You would have still come off as an idiot, but at least as an idiot who has comedic timing.

MP3: Motel Motel - Virginia Kids

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Comments

  1. A Limerick Ox - Blog Archive » Balzac And The Little Chinese Seamstress By Dai Sijie
    April 27th, 2008 | 10:37 pm

    […] there was one good thing that came out of that “Honoré de Ballsack” thing is that it reminded me that I never read Balzac And The Little Chinese Seamstress. The […]

  2. othello peabody
    May 24th, 2008 | 9:41 pm

    i love this song….that one part makes me want to cream my pants (around four minutes in)

  3. Mike
    May 25th, 2008 | 12:02 am

    This world needs more people being open and forthcoming about what happens in their pants when listening to excellent songs.

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