so i'm on a flight right now as i type this (yes ladies & gentlemen, there is wifi in the air now), and the flight is so turbulent that i'm not convinced the plane will make it to the ground in one piece (it *IS* United Airlines, after all. they break guitars.).
so since i have no last will and testament, i would like to request that my lawyer and producer and label all be super nice to each other, and go ahead and release my new album.
please do your best to make people focus on my music and not on the fact that i was a gay guy, and please make sure that i get at least as much post-mortem exposure as Selena.
i'd prefer if you don't allow my songs to be re-mixed for the dance floor, but if you feel like it will make you super-rich, i'll get over it.
also, i would like to be cremated, and with NO VIEWING of my dead body in some wooden box i never would have picked out, all waxy and covered in make-up, wearing a short-sleeved plaid button-down shirt & pleated khakis that my mom picked out.
there is no need for a service, but if there *IS* one, don't let my mom pick the photo either. i can picture the one from when i was like 6 in the neon orange crazy-squiggles '80s shirt, with my fluffy powder-white ocean-spray hairdo, and my buck ass teeth.
um, i can't really think of anything else right now, but if you do ever happen to think of me after i'm gone, please try to remember me as really, really skinny.
oh -- and if by some chance i ever end up like Terri Schiavo -- PULL THE FUCKING PLUG. do not leave me like that.
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Posted by Jay Brannan at 8:02 PM