Guy Michel is this “guy” that lives in San Francisco and is a graphic designer. I haven’t seen him in ages. He decided, after writing this, not to send it to me, believing it was needlessly hurtful, or just didn’t have the nuts to deliver it. Soon afterward, Pete Straus discovered it on Guy’s computer, and talked him into letting me see it. Yes, I agree, it’s a terrible thing to read, having just put out my new record, but it’s no worse than a negative review. Except in this case, I think he listened to the CD a few times, and apparently spent hours composing this (reneged) letter.