It might be September, but our sweltering summer isn’t over yet. This season, we can still eek out a few more sunshine-y beach days and sweaty dance parties.
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On Monday, I closed my decrepit MySpace account, and found this letter that I wrote in 2006. I’m reposting here on VP, oddly falling in sync with the latest string of open letters.
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Live music is in my blood. My grandfather worked the grandstand at the Louisiana State Fair and concessions at the coliseum. And my uncle managed the Kansas Coliseum in Wichita.
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