Dearest neighbour,
I can appreciate that a home must be maintained and that there are times when it is absolutely necessary to swathe through large slabs of concrete with a power saw. I can only presume your decision to undertake such scheduled home maintenance at 7am this morning was your calculated move in the game of ‘Things that go bump on a Saturday night’ and played in response to my attempt to kick in my back door at 4am last Sunday morning. Being now my move, I would like to remind you that I have a number of rock and roll bands at my disposal, an after-show party scheduled in six days, and am currently experiencing my own personal post-punk revivalism, a phase I will be expressing sonically and with gusto.
I love you dearly,
Matt