An Open Letter to Rivers Cuomo.
Dear Rivers,
It's been some time since we spoke/communed/wept quietly on the floor of my bedroom, and a lot's happened. You put out a couple of new records, you banged some Asian groupies... But there were hard times as well. In your cover article on Rolling Stone you bemoaned how emotionally bereft you've been recently. You gave up all of your posessions (I think I saw your Sponge Bob soapdish on eBay...), you moved into a humble apartment around the corner from Rick Rubin, and you became celibate. Man, you're kinda like Jesus or Buddha or one of those guys, huh?
Anyway, I thought it was time for us to reconnect and address the problems we've been having lately. Rivers, well, the thing is... I'm just not that into you anymore. At first there was the spark of an emotional bond. You know, long walks late at night talking about our grandparents, or surfing, or whatever crossed our minds. And the guitar solos! They weren't anything wild and experimental, but there was a force of passion that made them so satisfying.
Now it feels like we've lost something. I don't know exactly what's missing. Maybe you've changed, maybe I have. Whatever's happened, the spark that first drew us together is gone. Sure, the choruses are still anthemic, but I just don't feel them in my gut the same way. Even the solos are just kind of the same old thing. Yeah, the talkbox is awesome on "Beverly Hills," and I thank heaven that Rick Rubin came into our lives when he did. I don't think we would even have lasted this long if he hadn't.
But now Rivers... It's over. I just can't keep praying for you to turn it around even as I watch you fall farther and farther from what you once were, so I'm ending it. From now on we're casual acquaintences who make small talk at parties about Ashlee Simpson or the latest Spike Jonze joint. I guess it's ok... I'm just sorry it had to end on "Haunt You Every Day" instead of "Butterfly."
Josh
It's been some time since we spoke/communed/wept quietly on the floor of my bedroom, and a lot's happened. You put out a couple of new records, you banged some Asian groupies... But there were hard times as well. In your cover article on Rolling Stone you bemoaned how emotionally bereft you've been recently. You gave up all of your posessions (I think I saw your Sponge Bob soapdish on eBay...), you moved into a humble apartment around the corner from Rick Rubin, and you became celibate. Man, you're kinda like Jesus or Buddha or one of those guys, huh?
Anyway, I thought it was time for us to reconnect and address the problems we've been having lately. Rivers, well, the thing is... I'm just not that into you anymore. At first there was the spark of an emotional bond. You know, long walks late at night talking about our grandparents, or surfing, or whatever crossed our minds. And the guitar solos! They weren't anything wild and experimental, but there was a force of passion that made them so satisfying.
Now it feels like we've lost something. I don't know exactly what's missing. Maybe you've changed, maybe I have. Whatever's happened, the spark that first drew us together is gone. Sure, the choruses are still anthemic, but I just don't feel them in my gut the same way. Even the solos are just kind of the same old thing. Yeah, the talkbox is awesome on "Beverly Hills," and I thank heaven that Rick Rubin came into our lives when he did. I don't think we would even have lasted this long if he hadn't.
But now Rivers... It's over. I just can't keep praying for you to turn it around even as I watch you fall farther and farther from what you once were, so I'm ending it. From now on we're casual acquaintences who make small talk at parties about Ashlee Simpson or the latest Spike Jonze joint. I guess it's ok... I'm just sorry it had to end on "Haunt You Every Day" instead of "Butterfly."
Josh
