Dear Billy Corgan,
REALLY?!? ... I don't get it.
Is this a joke?
Love,
Margot Tenenbaum
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Sunday, April 5, 2009
008
Dear Cut Off Your Hands,
You were every bit as amazing as we thought you would be. Even though we couldn't understand anything Nick said, with the exception of song titles, we were blown away by his dancing prowess and his arms. (Oh, those arms!) And we're sure any girl would love to be the girl you sing about in "Oh Girl."
Come back soon.
Love,
Enola Gay and Margot Tenenbaum
P.S.
Phil, marry me. Love, Enola Gay
You were every bit as amazing as we thought you would be. Even though we couldn't understand anything Nick said, with the exception of song titles, we were blown away by his dancing prowess and his arms. (Oh, those arms!) And we're sure any girl would love to be the girl you sing about in "Oh Girl."
Come back soon.
Love,
Enola Gay and Margot Tenenbaum
P.S.
Phil, marry me. Love, Enola Gay
Monday, March 9, 2009
007
Dear Kid Sister,
Now, we've been patiently awaiting the release of your debut LP Dream Date for almost a year now, and there is still no definite release date. Last year, it was set to come out in early summer, so we waited, and got nothing because apparently the release had been postponed to September. Understandable enough. We continued to wait ... the album was then set to drop on November 24th, the same day as the new KanYe album. Cool, that's just fine. Along with the release, you were supposed to play a show in NY at Bowery Ballroom.
So, we continued to wait for November 25th, only to find that the show was canceled and moved to February and the album was postponed once again. This time, it was set to hit stores on January 27th.
January 27th came, and still no sign of the long awaited Dream Date. And would ya look at that, the show at Bowery was moved for the 56475674 billionth time. April 25th, you say? Absolutely not.
We checked the status of the show yesterday only to find that it was CANCELED! ... not postponed, just canceled completely.
Kid Sister, or should we say Melisa, you are most definitely the most unreliable musician we can think of.
Yes, you are more unreliable than Spank Rock, and that says a whole lot.
Your Twitter informs us that you have enough time to go skiing and stuff, so why don't you have enough time to just drop the album and play a few shows?? Is it that difficult?
Love,
Margot Tenenbaum and Enola Gay
P.S.
Are you pregnant?
P.P.S.
If so, why does A-trak have enough time to play shows?
Now, we've been patiently awaiting the release of your debut LP Dream Date for almost a year now, and there is still no definite release date. Last year, it was set to come out in early summer, so we waited, and got nothing because apparently the release had been postponed to September. Understandable enough. We continued to wait ... the album was then set to drop on November 24th, the same day as the new KanYe album. Cool, that's just fine. Along with the release, you were supposed to play a show in NY at Bowery Ballroom.
So, we continued to wait for November 25th, only to find that the show was canceled and moved to February and the album was postponed once again. This time, it was set to hit stores on January 27th.
January 27th came, and still no sign of the long awaited Dream Date. And would ya look at that, the show at Bowery was moved for the 56475674 billionth time. April 25th, you say? Absolutely not.
We checked the status of the show yesterday only to find that it was CANCELED! ... not postponed, just canceled completely.
Kid Sister, or should we say Melisa, you are most definitely the most unreliable musician we can think of.
Yes, you are more unreliable than Spank Rock, and that says a whole lot.
Your Twitter informs us that you have enough time to go skiing and stuff, so why don't you have enough time to just drop the album and play a few shows?? Is it that difficult?
Love,
Margot Tenenbaum and Enola Gay
P.S.
Are you pregnant?
P.P.S.
If so, why does A-trak have enough time to play shows?
006
Dear Dave 1,
I thought I recognized you talking on your phone, standing across the street from me. As I crossed the street, people got in my way so you and I ended up almost bumping into each other. We apologized simultaneously. When I heard your speaking voice, I was almost sure it was you. I told you, "It's okay." And really, it was. You can bump into me anytime, and I think I'd be okay with it.
But even more than that, I would like to see you and P-Thugg finally play. It was such a sweet surprise when you dj'ed alongside your brother at The Fool's Gold Party in October. You don't have any shows coming up besides the Sasquatch Festival, so can you please, please, please do a NY show soon? I would be more than okay with that.
Love,
Enola Gay
I thought I recognized you talking on your phone, standing across the street from me. As I crossed the street, people got in my way so you and I ended up almost bumping into each other. We apologized simultaneously. When I heard your speaking voice, I was almost sure it was you. I told you, "It's okay." And really, it was. You can bump into me anytime, and I think I'd be okay with it.
But even more than that, I would like to see you and P-Thugg finally play. It was such a sweet surprise when you dj'ed alongside your brother at The Fool's Gold Party in October. You don't have any shows coming up besides the Sasquatch Festival, so can you please, please, please do a NY show soon? I would be more than okay with that.
Love,
Enola Gay
Sunday, March 1, 2009
005
Dear Luke LaLonde,
So after seeing Born Ruffians for the second time last wednesday, I am officially obsessed.
Of course, it was a little difficult to fully appreciate you the first time because it was pouring rain, sticky and disgusting and we had been waiting on a horrible line for three hours and still ended up being towards the back of the crowd. But this time, I was right in the front and I was able to truly experience your greatness.
I've probably listened to "Hedonistic Me" like 50 times within the last two weeks. What a fantastic song.
Anyways, I'd just like to say that you're a fantastic musician with a ridiculous voice and a fantastic band.
That is all.
Love,
Margot Tenenbaum
So after seeing Born Ruffians for the second time last wednesday, I am officially obsessed.
Of course, it was a little difficult to fully appreciate you the first time because it was pouring rain, sticky and disgusting and we had been waiting on a horrible line for three hours and still ended up being towards the back of the crowd. But this time, I was right in the front and I was able to truly experience your greatness.
I've probably listened to "Hedonistic Me" like 50 times within the last two weeks. What a fantastic song.
Anyways, I'd just like to say that you're a fantastic musician with a ridiculous voice and a fantastic band.
That is all.
Love,
Margot Tenenbaum
Friday, February 27, 2009
004
Dear Julie Steinberg,
I had resigned myself to the sad fact that we would not be seeing Tokyo Police Club because it was sold out. None of the ticket sellers on Craiglist seemed legit, but then I happened upon your post less than 24 hours before the show, "Re: Two Tickets to see Tokyo Police Club @ Webster Hall FACE VALUE - $36." Now I wasn't sure if that meant you were selling tickets or looking to buy tickets at face value. But alas, you were selling them!
We agreed that I would drop an envelope with the money at the concierge in your building on the Upper West Side since you wouldn't be in the city. The concierge knew right away who I was when I told him that I was picking up an envelope. And it was not the least bit awkward when he asked if it would be okay to check the envelope for $36, and I checked the ticket print outs. He even told me to, "Enjoy the show!"
As with any purchase off of Craigslist, we were slightly skeptical about the tickets. We prayed to the Show Gods that there would be no issues as it got scanned. And there weren't.
So thank you, Julie Steinberg, for being making two girls very happy by selling them your tickets. You obviously have great taste in music, and maybe we'll catch you at a show sometime.
Love,
Enola Gay
I had resigned myself to the sad fact that we would not be seeing Tokyo Police Club because it was sold out. None of the ticket sellers on Craiglist seemed legit, but then I happened upon your post less than 24 hours before the show, "Re: Two Tickets to see Tokyo Police Club @ Webster Hall FACE VALUE - $36." Now I wasn't sure if that meant you were selling tickets or looking to buy tickets at face value. But alas, you were selling them!
We agreed that I would drop an envelope with the money at the concierge in your building on the Upper West Side since you wouldn't be in the city. The concierge knew right away who I was when I told him that I was picking up an envelope. And it was not the least bit awkward when he asked if it would be okay to check the envelope for $36, and I checked the ticket print outs. He even told me to, "Enjoy the show!"
As with any purchase off of Craigslist, we were slightly skeptical about the tickets. We prayed to the Show Gods that there would be no issues as it got scanned. And there weren't.
So thank you, Julie Steinberg, for being making two girls very happy by selling them your tickets. You obviously have great taste in music, and maybe we'll catch you at a show sometime.
Love,
Enola Gay
Monday, February 23, 2009
003
Dear Mustache Boy,
So, we've figured out who you are! The day before the show, we went to look up the other bands that would be playing. One of them was Darwin Deez. As we were looking through his pictures, we came across one with him and another guy... one with a great mustache and a fierce snow tiger sweatshirt. We had to take another look at it to take in the pure awesomeness. We thought "Hey, maybe he'll be at the show tomorrow!"
Little did we know that he most definitely WOULD be at the show the next day, but because we're a little slow, it took us a minute to realize that it was indeed you! The same mustache boy.
We decided to do a little research, and behold... you're in a band.
Again, we'd just like to compliment your fantastic mustache, and hey, your band is good! Happy, catchy tunes, horns, oh dang! It's all wonderful.
Perhaps you'd like to be friends with two girls who like mustaches and awesome sweatshirts.
Love,
Margot Tenenbaum and Enola Gay
So, we've figured out who you are! The day before the show, we went to look up the other bands that would be playing. One of them was Darwin Deez. As we were looking through his pictures, we came across one with him and another guy... one with a great mustache and a fierce snow tiger sweatshirt. We had to take another look at it to take in the pure awesomeness. We thought "Hey, maybe he'll be at the show tomorrow!"
Little did we know that he most definitely WOULD be at the show the next day, but because we're a little slow, it took us a minute to realize that it was indeed you! The same mustache boy.
We decided to do a little research, and behold... you're in a band.
Again, we'd just like to compliment your fantastic mustache, and hey, your band is good! Happy, catchy tunes, horns, oh dang! It's all wonderful.
Perhaps you'd like to be friends with two girls who like mustaches and awesome sweatshirts.
Love,
Margot Tenenbaum and Enola Gay
Sunday, February 22, 2009
002
Dear Mustache Boy,
Who are you? We just wanted to compliment you on your fantastic baby blue Mickey Mouse sweatshirt and your lovely mustache. You may or may not have noticed, but we were staring at you the entire night. It is highly probable that you did not notice because you seemed to be a bit ADD-ish as you were constantly moving around the room, looking around and fidgeting.
We would also like to to compliment you on your cool dance moves. It is safe to say that we have never seen anyone dance quite the way you do. It was pretty awesome how you got so excited and really busted out your moves when My Teenage Stride played "Ears Like Golden Bats." Like wow.
Anyway, maybe we'll see you at another show and you can show us how to dance like you. Or maybe you can let us comb your mustache. That would be swell.
Love,
Margot Tenenbaum and Enola Gay
P.S.
This is you:
Who are you? We just wanted to compliment you on your fantastic baby blue Mickey Mouse sweatshirt and your lovely mustache. You may or may not have noticed, but we were staring at you the entire night. It is highly probable that you did not notice because you seemed to be a bit ADD-ish as you were constantly moving around the room, looking around and fidgeting.
We would also like to to compliment you on your cool dance moves. It is safe to say that we have never seen anyone dance quite the way you do. It was pretty awesome how you got so excited and really busted out your moves when My Teenage Stride played "Ears Like Golden Bats." Like wow.
Anyway, maybe we'll see you at another show and you can show us how to dance like you. Or maybe you can let us comb your mustache. That would be swell.
Love,
Margot Tenenbaum and Enola Gay
P.S.
This is you:
001
Dear Todd,
All excited at the prospect of seeing My Teengage Stride and checking out a venue we've never been to, we dragged our asses on our favoritest train, the G to get to L.I.C. That should have been easy enough, right? But the directions we had were retarded and had us cursing for at least 5 blocks in the wrong direction. When we finally figured out where the venue was by way of the smell of steak, (Oh yeah, the show was at The Jackson [Steakhouse]...) we were a bit confused by all the 5 year olds running around outside... That confusion was just multiplied exponentially once we were inside. Either the people were 80 years old or 5 years old with a few 35 year olds sprinkled in.
We were upset that we missed the opening act, Darwin Deez who apparently had fantastic dancing capabilities. We sulked in the back corner next to a mysterious door after The Bridesmaids. Much to our surprise, there was steak through that door. One of the bartenders insisted on going in and out of that door, every time wafting the smell of meat and potatoes into our nostrils. As much as we might enjoy a nice steak, we don't think it's necessary that the room should smell like meat while trying to enjoy the music that is being played.
Finally, Knight School was over and we decided to get up and stand in the front of My Tennage Stride. We had a perfect view, until the tallest hipser men in the venue decided to stand DIRECTLY in front of us, obstucting our view of the entire band. We ended up having to watch the band in the mirror on the wall... so sad.
Needless to say, all this made for a more than moderately upsetting night. And on top of that, you, Todd, were nowhere to be found. Why is that? Could it be because you knew that the show at 92Y would be a kajiliion times more fun with rainbows, unicorns, puppies and balloons?
Of course.
Love,
Margot Tenenbaum and Enola Gay
P.S.
Expect a kick in the bawlz the next time we see you.
P.P.S.
Despite all of this, we still like your sweaters... the green one with the clovers especially.
P.P.P.S.
Happy Saint Patrick's Day. We're sure you'll be wearing that sweater soon.
All excited at the prospect of seeing My Teengage Stride and checking out a venue we've never been to, we dragged our asses on our favoritest train, the G to get to L.I.C. That should have been easy enough, right? But the directions we had were retarded and had us cursing for at least 5 blocks in the wrong direction. When we finally figured out where the venue was by way of the smell of steak, (Oh yeah, the show was at The Jackson [Steakhouse]...) we were a bit confused by all the 5 year olds running around outside... That confusion was just multiplied exponentially once we were inside. Either the people were 80 years old or 5 years old with a few 35 year olds sprinkled in.
We were upset that we missed the opening act, Darwin Deez who apparently had fantastic dancing capabilities. We sulked in the back corner next to a mysterious door after The Bridesmaids. Much to our surprise, there was steak through that door. One of the bartenders insisted on going in and out of that door, every time wafting the smell of meat and potatoes into our nostrils. As much as we might enjoy a nice steak, we don't think it's necessary that the room should smell like meat while trying to enjoy the music that is being played.
Finally, Knight School was over and we decided to get up and stand in the front of My Tennage Stride. We had a perfect view, until the tallest hipser men in the venue decided to stand DIRECTLY in front of us, obstucting our view of the entire band. We ended up having to watch the band in the mirror on the wall... so sad.
Needless to say, all this made for a more than moderately upsetting night. And on top of that, you, Todd, were nowhere to be found. Why is that? Could it be because you knew that the show at 92Y would be a kajiliion times more fun with rainbows, unicorns, puppies and balloons?
Of course.
Love,
Margot Tenenbaum and Enola Gay
P.S.
Expect a kick in the bawlz the next time we see you.
P.P.S.
Despite all of this, we still like your sweaters... the green one with the clovers especially.
P.P.P.S.
Happy Saint Patrick's Day. We're sure you'll be wearing that sweater soon.
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