Transcript of "Letter From My Friend"

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 * Lucretia Saint-Saëns

Lucretia: Where's the line between staying up late and getting up early? That line between early and late, night and morning, between disturbing and commendable to be awake and alert... 'Course, it don't make much difference to me, being something of a night owl. And maybe it don't for y'all, neither. You're listening to KFAL, Barcelona midnight radio. But isn't that just an odd little moment? That sort of half-light 'tween 4 and 5:30, just the right length for a REM cycle to sit real comfy. That kinda time for sentiments, for suspicion, for faith and for paranoia. That soft and foggy border between depressed and inspired.

[Doji Morita, "No. 3 for Finale, 'Letter for my Friend'"]

Send a message down the line, you might find yourself with a response someday. Toss your typewriter in the river for the corpses and the fish. And when it all dries up, read what they left for you in the sand, and see if something grows there. Can't promise it'll be what you wanna hear, but it's a hard guarantee to start with. That black water, like ink, will soak up into the ribbons and stationery, so don't feel bad if it's a little hard to make out.

[MGMT, "Little Dark Age"]

[Heilung, "Norupo"]

[Blitzen Trapper, "Man of Constant Sorrow"]

[Taeko Onuki, "4:00 AM"]

Having trouble sleeping? That's fine, it's not too late. Could call it early, even. Bars are closed and those sleepy little donut shops with generic names and the best damn coffee you ever had are opening soon. Too late for candles, just early enough for electric lights. Take a little borrowed time to put on an outfit you're fond of, write to someone you miss 'til the sun comes up. Hope you find the words. See y'all next time.

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