April 21st, 2008
Some of you may already have received emails from someone calling themselves “Scarface.” Yes, it’s true: I have hired an assistant. It’s all a part of my distressing slide into complete disconnectedness from the human race. By 2010 I should be shuffling around some airtight chamber with empty tissue boxes on my feet, slathering my body every hour with hand sanitizer while I look over my shoulder for WHOEVER OR WHATEVER IS MAKING THAT SCRAPING SOUND.
This does not mean that I don’t love you. In fact, I did it BECAUSE I love you. See, there was an enormous pile of unanswered emails, some of which were almost a year old, and it was making me sad. Will I ever write another song (I would ask myself)? Not while I have all these emails to answer! And to be perfectly honest, I was writing enough similar responses that it made sense to start using Text Expander to save time on the stuff I was typing over and over. And then Merlin Mann was all “You mean you’re not using Mail Template?” and so I had to start using that. So you see, the process was already corrupt to some extent (because of Merlin Mann, in case I haven’t made that clear).
Now it sounds like I’m making excuses, and I guess I am. But I will continue to read everything that comes in, and I will attempt to respond personally to as much of it as I can. And just because Scarface is pulling the switch that makes the “thank you” email go out, please don’t think I mean it any less. I just don’t have the time to pull that switch AND write the music anymore. A wonderful problem to have, to be sure, but a problem nonetheless.
I hope the internet can forgive me.