To the editors:
You heard a rocker letting inertia and a bone-deep laziness and creeping confusion and disaffection block his access to what could be a life force: you stepped forward to call my cop-out while suggesting ways to reconnect. That was cool of you. Better still, our very discourse rocks. Sure this is just a letter about a letter about a letter about a critic about a pop star’s movie, but our ideas matter plenty–in fact, they define rock experience as much as the sound from the speakers. Hell, that’s why there’s a Wyman.
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Asking you to fill the enclosed blank tape probably isn’t what you had in mind, but it’s as good a place as any for me to start. Don’t worry about my limits–turn me onto what gets you, Dylan Posa, through the week. Maybe I can return the favor. And I’d be honored to check out a good band with you.
