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all lines open August 2, 2006

Posted by Matt Hurst in dialogues.
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America, is that you? I’ve been calling you all week, where have you been? Don’t tell me you were out helping your friend, I heard all about it on the news. Yeah, I know you have to keep your secrets, but what’s a secret between friends. I mean we used to be friends. You changed.

Me? I’ve been crossing the Delaware again. Remember when I used to live around there? How could either of us forget, it could’ve been a turning point for you too. No, they shut down washington’s park, but washington square is open for business. I know New York’s a mess, but will you stop sending your relatives to ground zero. No, it’s just that they have no respect in that house, as if nothing is sacred to them anymore.

Speaking of which, will you stop using that god voice with georgie boy? no, it’s just that he hears enough “from god” to cancel out whatever you tell him. i suppose if you believe in anything hard enough, you’ll find evidence to make it seem real. I’m just not sure I believe in dreams anymore. At least not the ones that make you judge so many people you used to say need an open relationship so that we could talk freely. Now we’re just given every reason to be suspicious of you, since your shadow casts itself in the darkness.

Call me back when you have something constructive to offer. Peace.

An open call to “indie rock” July 19, 2006

Posted by Matt Hurst in dialogues.
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hello?
indie rock?
hey, it’s me Mattu. no, i’m fine.
mmhhmm, yeah.
listen i’m just calling because i was talking to some friends the other day, and they say you’ve sold out.
i don’t know, it’s just…
i didn’t want to say anything, but we’ve been friends for awhile and-
hey now, you have no room to speak about hip-hop like that, he has money problems.
can you hear yourself?
god damnit, i haven’t heard somebody so wrapped up in themselves before!
Well, maybe if you made something a little more constructive.
Wait, what’s that i hear in the background?
Another goddamn xylophone!
no i like the xylophone, but can’t you stop doing that when i’m listening to you.
of course i like acoustic sounds, but you used to have imagination.
hey now, i like experimenting with new things, but using acoustic instrumentation is not beating down the walls of corporate conformity.
no, you sound like a james taylor cover band.
i don’t care if you put it over a dance beat!
i’m sorry, i can’t keep putting you on mash-ups anymore if you keep using this tone with me.
of course i support the scene, but you sound like an ipod commercial waiting for the call from steve jobs.
i can’t take kind of bullshit anymore!
call me when you have something interesting to say.
ok?
thanks.
(fucking sellout)