When told that the sparkling holiday punch at my
family's annual Christmas Eve soup party was
non-alcoholic, Sam said, "That's okay, I'm still
going to start a fight."
The most generous, modest, genuine
character I've met in Chicago. For his
gloriously subdued sense of humor
alone, he's got dibs on a daughter or
a kidney, his choice.
"*BEEP* Sam, it's Sofia. You were
totally on point with the Air
recommendation last time around. Who
knew a French duo could put some life
into a Eugenides novel? Anyway, you're
the only person around telling me that
Kevin Shields can do anything anymore
other than eat donuts and cry, but I
trust you. So I'm going to ask him to
score my next one--it's a small piece
being filmed in just 27 days, but it'll
be in Tokyo. A little stressful, I know,
but dad got the guy from Stripes to play
the lead. I'm eager to finally sleep
with one of my actors. So yeah--Shields
will give the piece the Godard touch,
I'm sure. Thanks for the heads up!"
CONNECTED.
"Mr. Sam, hi, it's the minivan people.
We listened to this Modest Mouse stuff
you sent along, and we agree--it has
widespread mainstream appeal that
underscores the fact that it kind of
sucks. We can't wait to have it playing
while a soccer mom puts her Chef
Boy-R-Dee cans in the storage space of
our 2004 model."
Sam is so connected, that I have an
excerpt of an email he sent:
'yo, Justin... That track "Senorita"
would be a lot better if you added a
call and response between guys and girls
in the middle. Have guys say "It feels
like sumthins heatin up can leave wit
you" and then have the ladies say, "I
don't know what I'm thinking bout really
leavin wit you." That would be awesome.'
in my life, i think i've logged more
hours in the presence of sam hunt
than any other single person. that
might lead one to believe that we've
influenced each other a great deal,
supported each other through times
good and bad, laughed, cried, blah
blah blah,... but really what it means
is that we probably unknowingly have
had several of each other's socks in
our sock rotations for years and
years, you sock stealing son of bitch.
Sam's hip points in the Nintendo RPG of
life would increase exponentially if he
just quite his job and went on the
National Cup Stacking Association
circuit. Sam stayed in bed for a week
after the Giants got punked by the
Angels in last year's world series and
he blamed it on me and attempted to
file a cease-and-desist order against
talking smack about Barry Bonds. Sam
made me wear the Scarlet H for "Hater,"
because I called Barry Bonds a "bitch."
Upon further reflection, what I meant
to say was, well, "bitch," because
Barry Bonds is a big boy and makes too
much money to come to Sam's defense.
family's annual Christmas Eve soup party was
non-alcoholic, Sam said, "That's okay, I'm still
going to start a fight."
either.
but i hear you're famous.
character I've met in Chicago. For his
gloriously subdued sense of humor
alone, he's got dibs on a daughter or
a kidney, his choice.
totally on point with the Air
recommendation last time around. Who
knew a French duo could put some life
into a Eugenides novel? Anyway, you're
the only person around telling me that
Kevin Shields can do anything anymore
other than eat donuts and cry, but I
trust you. So I'm going to ask him to
score my next one--it's a small piece
being filmed in just 27 days, but it'll
be in Tokyo. A little stressful, I know,
but dad got the guy from Stripes to play
the lead. I'm eager to finally sleep
with one of my actors. So yeah--Shields
will give the piece the Godard touch,
I'm sure. Thanks for the heads up!"
CONNECTED.
"Mr. Sam, hi, it's the minivan people.
We listened to this Modest Mouse stuff
you sent along, and we agree--it has
widespread mainstream appeal that
underscores the fact that it kind of
sucks. We can't wait to have it playing
while a soccer mom puts her Chef
Boy-R-Dee cans in the storage space of
our 2004 model."
Connected.
bookshelf monkey to ever grace Barnes &
Noble with its presence.
excerpt of an email he sent:
'yo, Justin... That track "Senorita"
would be a lot better if you added a
call and response between guys and girls
in the middle. Have guys say "It feels
like sumthins heatin up can leave wit
you" and then have the ladies say, "I
don't know what I'm thinking bout really
leavin wit you." That would be awesome.'
CONNECTED.
hours in the presence of sam hunt
than any other single person. that
might lead one to believe that we've
influenced each other a great deal,
supported each other through times
good and bad, laughed, cried, blah
blah blah,... but really what it means
is that we probably unknowingly have
had several of each other's socks in
our sock rotations for years and
years, you sock stealing son of bitch.
life would increase exponentially if he
just quite his job and went on the
National Cup Stacking Association
circuit. Sam stayed in bed for a week
after the Giants got punked by the
Angels in last year's world series and
he blamed it on me and attempted to
file a cease-and-desist order against
talking smack about Barry Bonds. Sam
made me wear the Scarlet H for "Hater,"
because I called Barry Bonds a "bitch."
Upon further reflection, what I meant
to say was, well, "bitch," because
Barry Bonds is a big boy and makes too
much money to come to Sam's defense.