GOD?

Dear Uncle E,
So, like, what's the deal with all the birds

and guns on your album covers?

K

Dear K,
Uncle E likes birds and guns almost as much as he

likes to refer to himself in the third person.

I'm pretty sure I documented my fondness in either

I LIKE GUNS or I LIKE BIRDS,

from the DAISIES OF THE GALAXY album.

I can't remember the exact title.

Dear Uncle E,
I am a fairly levelheaded young lady who

happens to be a big fan of the EELS.

However, recently I have found that my love for the EELS

is becoming too much for me to handle.

It all started when I saw them on their Tour of

Duty in Birmingham. Since then I am unable to let go

of the wonderful experience that overcame me that night.

When I shut my eyes all I can see is Mr. E signing my T-shirt

or Koool G smiling. I have lost my appetite for

anything but the EELS. Uncle E, what can I do?

I fear that the only possible cure would be

to have Puddin' sent to me through air mail.

Sincerely,

A

Dear A,
You see? This is what I was telling "I" in my last reply.

This is the burden of being an EEL.

It's not as easy as you might think.

Believe me, we'd like to systematically make love to

each and every one of you, but due to the sheer

number of you, and the constraints of time,

the best we can do is make love to a few hundred of you

and the rest have to settle for the music.

But we like to think that playing music for you is a form of

making love. Really. Think about it.

But I'm afraid we can't send Puddin' through the mail.

People often mistake drummers for animals,

but, although Puddin' is a drummer, he's still a human being.

Sort of.

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