Dear Midlake -
I’m sorry that you had so many extraneous talkers at your show last night at Numbers. I really have no idea what they were doing there – why would you pay $14 to get into a concert to chat at the back? Note: I think you were justified in getting angry.
I’m also sorry that some strange liquid started leaking on you from above. Considering it was clear outside, I have been wondering what it was. I did, however, enjoy the irony of you singing the refrain:
Bring me a day full of honest work
and a roof that never leaks
I’ll be satisfied
As the mystery liquid leaked down from above.