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A Memo To Kings Of Leon:

Dear Kings of Leon.

Once upon a time, I loved you.  I loved you way before your songs started playing on the radio.  I loved you before you became big and famous and even lame-asses knew your songs.  I loved your old music, back during the days when you played music because you loved it, not when you played music that sold records. 

Guess what.  That time is expired.  Done.  As of approximately eight minutes ago, I hate you intensely.  I think you are pathetic.  I think you have forgotten where you came from and who got you there.  Your fans.  Yes, you know the ones...the ones who paid for your recent lavish wedding, for your big fancy houses, for your vintage clothes and your whiskey.  That was us.  You owe us a little something. 

You and I nearly came to blows last summer when you played THE LAMEST SHOW that Salt Lake has ever seen.  But it's cool.  I got over it.  In fact, I got so far over it that I bought tickets to your Red Rocks show for my husband.  It was going to be THE GREATEST BIRTHDAY PRESENT EVER.  Don't worry that I don't even live in Denver, thus having to purchase airline tickets along with my concert tickets.  Yeah.  Hundreds of dollars down the drain.  All because you are...how did they put it?....oh yeah.  Exhausted.  Well me too. 

Eff you, anyway.  I hope everyone who ever Googles your stupid-ass name finds this post and holds off on buying your tickets because it will INEVITABLY be a waste of time. 

Did I mention...eff you.  Seriously though.  You totally ruined my week. 

With Zero Respect and Massive Amounts of Fury-