Dear Mom-

LA isn’t really my type of town. It is filled with all sorts of unpleasant noises. People yelling, car alarms, radios, and barking dogs. It is also far too sunny here for normalcy. But I guess that is part of the rock n roll lifestyle; living in places that are unrealistic and loud to be closer to the big time music producers.

While I know I will never want to come back and live in LA permanently I am having fun hanging out with Keila. The band is really getting on its feet. We haven’t exactly settled on a name yet, but we have a few ideas. We figure that we will wait until we are much better before we decide on a permanent name. We are pretty good already, but with some practice we could be the next Neutral Milk Hotel. We got booed of off stage in Stockholm the other night, we were having much difficulty excelling at “Last Train to Clarksville” originally by The Monkees, and the audience wasn’t pleased. I know you must be shocked at this little bit of information seeing as how I should know that song like the back of my heart, and while I assure you I do, let me explain this to you. I could have made it through just fine, but it was proving to be a bit of a problem for Keila, so we decided to sneak out the back door and blow the gig. I didn’t mind doing this because in all honesty there are far more songs that Keila can play than I can, just not that sing I guess. We also had to blow a gig once in Paris, and Seattle, so we decided that we would wait until we can stop pulling stunts like these and then settle on a band name.

Tonight we are catching a plane to Berlin to play a gig there; I’ll let you know if my plane crashes or if I make it there in one piece upon my arrival. Although, if the plane faces technical issues and we do crash, it could be very good for the band, sometimes you have to die to be discovered.

Sincerely,

Your middle child.