dear, Cass!

Dear, Cass!
I don't know you. At all.
Haven't seen a picture of you either, so your looks is totally unknown to me.
And not that important.

More important is, that you and your music mean a whole lot to me.

Last night, way past midnight, I was sitting by the window, looking out.
Thinking.
I haven't done that in quite some time.
Some plain, old thinking.
It may sound stupid, but it's actually true.
I sat there thinking about things that happened a long time ago. Like what made me what I am today....And things that just happened last week or probably will happen soon.
Weird parallells were drawn to this and that.

The quiet street outside the window was completely dark.
I spotted a cat. I've seen him/her before, but I'm not that sure if the cat have seen me.

I was listening to your music.
At first, not by choice...No, It was the stereo who played a trick on me.
Skipped a lot of things and decided to play a bunch of yours.
I haven't heard the songs in a while.

Always liked them a lot, but there, by the window, in the dark, they re-appeared more beautiful than ever.
"Cuckoo" was echoing and I wanted to open the window and blast the stereo and let your voice flow down the street.
I did not, because there is a crack in the window and I fear the whole thing will fall down next time I open it up.
"What isn't nature" almost made me cry and I was not at all in the crying mode.
"My master" made me do a little stupid dance by myself and I just love it when you have to do that, even though you know it probably looks incredibly silly.
"opium flower" - oh...I could go on and list all of your songs...
Between the songs, I heard the yellow cat in a fight. It sounded really serious and after that he was gone for weeks.
.
Anyway, I want to thank you for making music that is not pushy.
Not going the easiest way all the time.
Music which doesn't demand to be loved immediately, but will get you sooner or later.
Music, which I carry with me.
Thank you.