DO NOT SEEK THE TREASURE
10/16/03. 11:05am CDT. Home.

To whom it may or may not concern:

First things first, it was a good life. Granted, as I write this, it's not like I know how it ended, but everything up to this point, at least, was a pretty good time.

The best part, in case you were wondering, was the music. Great bands, great records, great shows, great times. I made a lot of friends on those music scenes over the years, some of the best I made anywhere.

Sure, I made some of my own music too, and some of it wasn't too bad. That 'Idiot' song, that one got kinda old, but some of the other ones weren't too bad I guess.

Which brings me to my point: Don't Do It.

Don't go all Billy Bragg on me. If you find all those notebooks full of unused lyrics, scattered in various places around the house, leave them alone.

Do not put them to music.

Do not record them.

Do not release them.

They are not buried treasure. They are not lost classics. They are not unfinished symphonies.

They are castoffs. They are throwaways. They are debris. No more, no less.

They are the songs I didn't think were good enough to finish.

So please, please, give me this one last wish.

Let them stay that way.

Thank you.