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Dear Man Man,
I have liked you for a while and was excited to see you perform for the first time. I heard that you were great live. Well, you started off on a bad note, torturing the audience with multiple between-set replays of “Don’t Worry Be Happy” and “Kokomo.” You didn’t really say anything once you were onstage. I wonder how much of the forty minutes it took you to set up were devoted to donning those dumb, white costumes and face paint. Your music was still fine, but it wasn’t worth it.
Love,
Judy

Dear Yeasayer,
You at least had a nicer onstage persona. But what was with that guy in the wifebeater, long, curly, hair, and mustache? Hipster fashion and redneck fashion have finally become indistinguishable.
Love,
Judy

Dear Brooklyn Masonic Temple,
You may want to look into never hosting concerts again. Your sound is horrible.
Love,
Judy

Dear Crowd at Brooklyn Masonic Temple,
I guess it’s “hip to be square” these days. Learn to hold your liquor.
Love,
Judy

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