Neglected Children

For me, New Year’s isn’t about resolutions, it’s about atonement. For every band we decide to write about, there are five or so that don’t make the cut, their e-mailed entreaties for coverage going cold and forgotten in the “Hello, We’re a Band” folder of my inbox until the computer hivemind places it in the archive. Heaven help the fools who only call and leave voicemails.

So, to get the year started off right, I’ve dug through the “Hello” e-mail file and its archive and assembled a menu of some of last year’s unappreciated (many rightly so, but perhaps not all) would-be local stars. Most of the entries contain the e-mail the band or one of its fans sent, followed by a snarky comment or to from me that will likely undo and perhaps even reverse whatever karmic benefit I’d hoped to receive through undertaking this project.

The atonement begins after the jump.