Said the Gramophone

A Man of Letters

To Whom It May Concern,

In anticipation of your complaints - that this song is overly repetitive, that it's problematically undynamic - I would like to make two points:

1) The simple, repetitious melodic structure of the music is meant as nothing more than a showcase for my words, my "plain and straightforward message," which, you not being Ibo Yoruba or a speaker of our particular pidgin, you probably can't understand, anyway, fool. And, more importantly,
2) What I do in the first twenty-two seconds - during which I call to mind a hot, late night spent sitting on a porch amid the sweet smell of grass and the sound of a syncopated sprinkler - is quite enough accomplishment for a whole career, thank you, and whatever I choose to do afterward, therefore, is merely gravy, anyway, you foolish, foolish man or woman.

All the best,
Tunji Oyelana and The Benders

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