an open letter

dear dan deacon,

you are going to be famous very, very soon. rolling stone, spin and all the other BS magazines are starting to review your latest release, Spiderman of the Rings. your shows are already packed with insane art students, cokeheads and dance fiends. watching you construct your songs like a kindergartner constructs a macaroni sculpture is enchanting and worthy of a great rump shaking.

the fact that we cannot understand most any of your lyrics is not enough to thwart our love of you. your music is quick to jump from fast insanity to bittersweet crescendos created by the recorded sounds of a cat in heat combined with the ring of a cell phone. we thought no one would understand you. we were wrong. you have mastered the future shock genre to a T, and we cannot wait to see you live again. even if you are going to be more famous than girl talk.

love,
bitch parade

P.S. by the way, that time that you played on NBC with your zipper down was absolutely clutch.

songs to love: Wham City, Big Milk, Crystal Cat, Woody Woodpecker