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An Open Letter to Vampire Weekend
You were my first. My first favorite band. I grew up in a town accented by confederate flags with large pickup trucks shouting into the sky for someone, anyone to praise their monument. My incredibly religious parents held strong convictions when I was very young. Being the oldest child, I had to pave the way when it came to movies, music or other culturally dominated forms of art. I remember in middle school taking my iPod to a friend’s house. This particular friend had an older brother with hours of illegally downloaded music my parents would have found explicit and …