Well Grandma, you really let us down. There we were, riding the back-to-back critical successes of Blueberry Boat and EP. Elenor and I thought we could bring you in to throw down a few guest verses without it all going to hell. Figured we both have it, it must be in your genes too. Jesus, if nothing else it would get you out of the house. Boy were we wrong. The American people have spoken: they think you smell. Styus called your voice “awful.” And we can’t go to a reunion anymore without getting cornered by a great aunt or two who wants to “collab” on our next album.
So Elenor and I have decided that now’s probably the best time for you to pursue other projects. Get yourself together. You have a good future. You still make excellent pasta. But you’re out of the band. And frankly, you’ve been a real disappointment to all of us.
The Fiery Furnaces – The Wayfaring Granddaughter
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