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the mailbag quinceanera, with mike g.
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Well kids, we made it to fifteen! I can’t believe you have tolerated me for this long, but I tend to think it’s only because you like seeing us open your stuff on camera, and not because you think I am a talented on-air personality. Either way, we are fifteen strong now, and are aiming for a “Sweet 16″ sometime in the near future. I can’t thank you all enough for all of the sweet stuff that you send us. We have gotten some great (and, to be fair, some not so great) gifts over the last year-and-a-half, and we could not have done it without all of your love and support. (more…)
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Today is my 30th birthday, and as Trip Taylor so eloquently put it a couple of days ago: “Welcome to Deadsville.” I can’t say that I totally understand what he means, but I do think he’s jealous that he’s got a decade on me. I tried to tell him that he’s lived more than I, and trust me, he has
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Following in the footsteps of our master wordsmith, Sean Cliver, I decided to use the 13th installment of the mail to not directly talk about the mail at all, but instead to plug a great, somewhat forgotten record from 1995 by my friend Loomis’s old band, Wax.
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Welcome back to the semi-regular yet completely erratically-timed mailbag. The last time we saw each other it was right around Valentine\'s Day. It sometimes takes three months to produce one of these gems, and while I\'d like to state that, \"the best things come to those who wait,\" you\'ll just have to judge for yourself.
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