once i wrote to nada surf and ira elliot wrote back

i was organizing my hard drives today when i came across a letter i'd written to nada surf back in my twenty-somethings, a letter that ira elliot, the drummer for nada surf, responded to:

Me to Nada Surf :

warning : sad fan mail attempt

so there i was enjoying my day, sun and all. typical summer day, u know, searching for the mysterious disappearing river sax player, figuring my next great rent-paying stunt, 3 showers, a burrito and 80 windows over and over. then the phone. long distance to ottawa. my little dude, john. or juan to you folk apparently. turns out he saw my favorite band play and was quite gracious about asking first if it was ok to gush about how wonderful a time he had. of course, i had to know. "did they play 80 windows?", "beautifully" he said. and there began a night and early morning of sleepless frustration. i'm not one to send fan mail cause, well, music is all subjective and shit - the way i get it probably isn't the way you get it and vice versa, all that jazz. but i'm gonna have to bend my stupid little rule cause shit, john said he mentioned something about 80 windows being my favorite song and you all seemed surprised? that's just fucking ridiculous cause like i said to john, i'd give up all my past, present and future experiences seeing bands live just to see you guys play 80 windows once in a drunken stupor between two fat guys with gas. it is by far the most beautiful song ever written. ive listened to it in 3 states and one province and [insert more sunshine blown up asses here]. so, the moral of this story is, if you guys don't come to vancouver and play it for me i'll be forced to give up what little sanity i have left and build myself a giant hamster cage out in the woods where i'll rock back and forth day in and day out singing 80 windows to myself, trembling uncontrollably. please, for the love of sweet baby jesus... , come to vancouver [canada - some folks are just like "what's a vancouver?"]. we rarely have black ice out here on the west coast too so, u know, you dont have to worry about that. mild temps all year long. swear to Whoever. same climate as seattle. anyway, wasted enough time yakkin to strangers already. hasta luego [i fucking wish], courtney

and Ira wrote right the fuck back!:

so there i was answering email from teenagers the world over who
generally string together sentences like: "You guys fuckin' rawk. When
you gonna play here in Richmondburg? That would totally RAWK! Peace-
BoOtY KiNg." when i came upon your particularly sad fan mail attempt.
actually, i must admit that most nadasurf fan mail is fairly literate,
but yours was kinda like a love letter from lester bangs had he been
from vancouver (wherever the h-e-double hockeysticks that is) and filled
me with a wanderlust and an overwhelming desire to witness that two fat
guys scenario.(consider the sunshine blown and returned at this point.)
i'm still reeling from the trembling sweet baby jesus hamster cage
thing. anyway i suppose it's not completely out of the realm of
concievable possibilities that the nadasurf group might actually find
itself playing a rockshow (or as we call it in the business a "gig") in
this alleged vancouver of yours. it could be in the very near
future.i'll say no more. except to say thank you courtney for your
letter and we'll be there as soon as we can. ira

haha. fat guys with gas. i kill me.

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posted by Courtney at 4:17 p.m.

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