To Whom to may Concern:
You do not know me, but hopefully in the near future you will. Please do not be
alarmed, I am not a stalker, nor do I choose to meet you in some smoke filled pub,
just to take you home to cut you into pieces to later make stew out of you. So you
can take that frightened look off your face right now, because I'm not a sadistic
fuck nor do I crave human flesh. However, we are about to embark on a strange and
magical journey, a courtship if you will. I may never ever meet you, but whether
you like it or not we are going to be close friends, for as long as you choose to
endure me, which I hope is many years to come. I want something real, something
raw and unchained, the something that is missing from the current music scene, but
just because you don't see it on MTV or hear it on the way to your place of
employment, doesn't mean it's not there, because trust me it is. Whatever that it is
you see everyday you won't see here, so don't look for it. If you're looking for the flavor
of the week, or the newest pop diva showing off her crumb catchers, so move it along sasquatch!
I hope to build a relationship with you, I want you to feel comfortable telling me when I suck at life. As you
glanced at my cover you may be asking yourself a few questions, but I guarantee that your confusion peaked
with the little dude with the $2.50 across his belly. That is Hampstercat, not to be confused with Cathampster,
which is something completely different and was born with down syndrome and constantly speaks of how he
was almost president. I beg you, for your own safety that you do not mess with
Hampstercat, nor god forbid question him, because he will fuck your shit up and will show no mercy.
With all of that said, I feel good about this, and I hope you feel the same. If you don't, well, you will in due time
child. I welcome you with open arms, and kisses if you'd like, so long as your sanitary. We are the scene, we are
the nyght, this is Nyght Scene, where music burns eternal.
Cheers,
Justin
You do not know me, but hopefully in the near future you will. Please do not be
alarmed, I am not a stalker, nor do I choose to meet you in some smoke filled pub,
just to take you home to cut you into pieces to later make stew out of you. So you
can take that frightened look off your face right now, because I'm not a sadistic
fuck nor do I crave human flesh. However, we are about to embark on a strange and
magical journey, a courtship if you will. I may never ever meet you, but whether
you like it or not we are going to be close friends, for as long as you choose to
endure me, which I hope is many years to come. I want something real, something
raw and unchained, the something that is missing from the current music scene, but
just because you don't see it on MTV or hear it on the way to your place of
employment, doesn't mean it's not there, because trust me it is. Whatever that it is
you see everyday you won't see here, so don't look for it. If you're looking for the flavor
of the week, or the newest pop diva showing off her crumb catchers, so move it along sasquatch!
I hope to build a relationship with you, I want you to feel comfortable telling me when I suck at life. As you
glanced at my cover you may be asking yourself a few questions, but I guarantee that your confusion peaked
with the little dude with the $2.50 across his belly. That is Hampstercat, not to be confused with Cathampster,
which is something completely different and was born with down syndrome and constantly speaks of how he
was almost president. I beg you, for your own safety that you do not mess with
Hampstercat, nor god forbid question him, because he will fuck your shit up and will show no mercy.
With all of that said, I feel good about this, and I hope you feel the same. If you don't, well, you will in due time
child. I welcome you with open arms, and kisses if you'd like, so long as your sanitary. We are the scene, we are
the nyght, this is Nyght Scene, where music burns eternal.
Cheers,
Justin