Yours is the only email I read, as am not quite ready to interact with the world. Except with you, of course. Because you are my world.
Set up a separate computer for the sole purpose of receiving your tunes: dr. trincado's paradise à la funk downloading as we speak. Love getting new music. Love new music coming from you.
Think of you every time I look out my living room window at the Lido: former cinema converted into indie band venue with old-school illuminated billboard misspelling all the names. Tonight's show happens to be hercules and love affair. Which made me think of you. As I always do.