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Friday, August 20, 2004

Dear Modest Mouse

(this is from The Royal Magazine.)

Dear Modest Mouse,

I hate everything about you.

I hate your fans, those pathetic posers who proudly play your music to showcase their knowledge of indie music.

I hate your publicy which touts you as the biggest indie hit since Wilco. You're not indie if you're constantly played and hyped by MTV, VH1 and Entertainment Weekly.

I hate your damn catchy name, clever design scheme and incredibly not-modest success.

Most of all though, I hate the fact that you make such fucking great music and that I can't stop listening to it. You make me hate myself.

Way to go assholes.

- New York City at 4:49 PM