Dear Yusef,
So your social media managers have us all on pins and needles. You’re touring! You’ve done some amazing South American sets and well.. WELL? We would like you to announce some North America dates.
See, the US is a screwed up country. We pretend we are a melting pot, we pretend we love our fellow man, but truth is we don’t. We manipulate and cheat. Our government is shrouded in deceit and hidden agenda. We cannot feed or educate our children and we are getting bigger by the minute as we find more ways to not have to move. It’s sad. But we still need you.
I have been a fan of yours since I was a very small child. I remember hearing your voice through bedroom walls as you sang of topics I didn’t quite understand. You played a good guitar, you were cute too. I liked the beard bit and you had good hair. My sister adored you and hung your albums on the wall. My brothers belted out your lyrics into clenched fist microphones.
I sat in the back of the car and heard the intro to your tunes and could nearly sing along- there was so much repetition. Your voice was calming and familiar.
During my adolescent days that same voice accompanied my journey to adulthood. A scared confused teenaged girl sat cross legged on the floor hating life, hating herself, hating the world transfixed on a film that would forever change that. As I watched Harold and Maude I realized it’s OK to be me. Your voice told me to sing out if I felt like it. Your voice was a warm hand guiding me through some dark days. I didn’t think I would survive but I did. I did so because some old bat told me it was OK to make an ass of myself, some boy decided being alive was better than dead and some bearded guy told me there’s a million things to be.
Now hurry up.
Love,
Hel