Something in a conversation here reminded me of the black metal dialogues – an hilarious email correspondence between a guy pretending to be the 19 year old “king of black metal” from Gary, Indiana (home of the Jackson Five, now clearly demoted to second-most important music export from Gary…) and a a very real owner of a black metal label in Norway. It’s genius stuff, and I’ve just spent the last 20 minutes reading it all again…
enjoy.