To: The Choir Master and Choir Mistress
From: Michael Done
Date: 31 October 2023
Subject: 71st birthday performance (Nov 5)
To both of you and to all you brittle-voiced choristers,
you stingy-hearted naysayers,
you dismal predictors of doom,
you finger-wagging moralists and you smug know-it-all messengers of God
with all your can nots and must nots and should nots and shalt nots …
The birthday gig is cancelled!
I don’t give a shit that you’ve been rehearsing for the last 71 years.
You sound fucking awful!
The gig is cancelled.
You’re not playing at my party.
Michael!
