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Open Season: A Letter to Rob Thomas (the other)

in: big words

Matchbox Twenty

Dear Rob Thomas,

Your band sucks*.

Sincerely,
Coco, the girl with the dunce cap

*Yourself or Someone Like You is good. Really, really good. I’m happy to give you credit for that. But that was the ’90s, and Adam Duritz still looked okay with dreadlocks, and your sadsack melodramatic act worked. And Jakob Dylan was winning Grammys, and I was 6. It was kind of all downhill from there. I can’t listen to “If You’re Gone.” I mean it. I change it every single time. For my birthday one year, my mom woke me up by playing that song. As a joke. To ring in my birthday in the worst way possible. Stop now.

**”Smooth”  is also really good. I made up an interpretive dance to it, and sometimes I still whip out the moves. But that was just you, and Santana can make even Michelle Branch melodious.

***Just kidding. I like Michelle Branch.

****Your band still sucks.

Open Season: A Letter to Rob Thomas

in: big words

Oh, Veronica Mars.

remember this track?


The Dandy Warhols, “We Used to Be Friends”

Okay, so I’ve been kind of absent from the blogosophere these past couple days, and, in full disclosure, I’m starting to look pasty and kind of crunchy like Kristen Stewart – except with facial expressions. I spent an absurd four days straight on my couch/in my bed, engrossed in the three seasons of UPN/The CW’s all-too-short Veronica Mars. That’s right – I watched all 64 episodes of Veronica Mars in the span of one long weekend. Needless to say, I was more or less a shut-in for those few days, but I remain unashamed. The show? Completely worth it.

I watched Veronica Mars off and on when it aired initially but never really regularly. And what a freaking shame. The show is one of the most brilliant pieces of small screen cinema I’ve ever seen. For those of you held captive beneath a rock for the last five years, Veronica Mars ran from late 2004 to mid 2007 and followed a female amateur private eye through the end of high school and the beginning of college. It was, by all CW estimations, a commercial failure – but it was a critical darling. And, within the first ten minutes of the pilot episode, I was utterly in love.

So, to kick off a brand new feature, Open Season, I’m writing an open letter to Veronica Mars‘ creator, Rob Thomas. Open Season will be an open letter to someone prominent in popular culture (or not, I suppose) about an issue that concerns or intrigues me. I’m maybe three years too late with this one, but I figure it’s never too late to write a love letter.

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