Or did you just go away?
Dear Fates,
Um, didn't I just have a cold? I thought so, anyway. And, seriously, who gets a cold in the summer? I guess I'm supposed to call this "hay fever," or something ridiculous like that, but no. This is a cold. I can't hear anybody, they can't hear me, and even if they could hear me, it would only sound like, "euuuuuuuaghhhh."
In any case, thanks for sending me the song "Connectionless" by the band Francine, who are from Boston and are on the Q Division label.
This really sounds great in a Sudafed haze, but I bet it plays well otherwise. There's something about Francine that remind me of all those great '90s pop bands, like the Longpigs, Spacehog, and whatever other pig-related-compound-word bands there were at the time. I also read that the frontman Clayton Scoble is friends with Aimee Mann and co-wrote a few songs with her, which makes sense. Both Francine and Mann defy trends to make well-crafted music.
So all in all, Fates, today's kind of a wash. It's gray and rainy again in the Twin Cities, and my head fees like it weighs a million pounds, but if there's a great NyQuil chaser out there, it's "Connectionless." It's from Francine's record Airshow, which anyone can order from Q Division.
How's your summer been?
Sincerely,
Robot David