Tonight: Deerhunter at the Bowery Ballroom


Dear Deerhunter,

The other day we were talking with a friend about how obsessively Pitchfork has been covering you lately and we were like, “Dude, Pitchfork writes about Deerhunter every time they fart!”

And then. They saw us and raised us. By actually posted a news item about your excrement.

So here we are, wondering why you have a blog about your bathroom deposits. It’s not like people have never obsessively cataloged their toilet time before online. Actually, here’s a better suggestion: could you instead blog about your interband bro jobs? Hell, we’d probably even give you a guest column if you were willing to do that.

Thank you,


P.S. Can’t wait to see you tonight at the Bowery Ballroom, where tickets are still available!

P.P.S. Do people ever show up wondering why Bradford isn’t a small Japanese woman?

P.P.P.S: Whoa, Bradford, looks like you just blogged about five fantasy boyfriends, complete with teen-schlong shots, this morning…