motorman

Dear Mr. Sexton,

I would, first, like to convey to you that I cannot begin to quantify my enjoyment from your music. Mostly, it is the emotion that you show in each and every song that keeps me coming back to every time you come to town. It is great that you tour so often and that you are receiving the recognition that you deserve. I am definitely a lifetime fan.

This being stated – please, please, please release a new album. Ummm, of new material, Christmas albums don’t count.

To illustrate my excitement over your new material, let’s return to a rainy October evening six years ago. I was more than half way home from evening class at the alma mater, when I remembered it was finally the day! I turned and made a b-line to one of Minneapolis’ great independent music stores Electric Fetus. I arrived, soaking wet, searching for a signpost to lock to the bike and walk into the Fetus. Dripping onto the wood floors, I receive prompt attention. “Can I help you find something?” Someone asks. “Do you have the new Martin Sexton?” “Yes, behind the counter, we have not priced enough today.” “Golden.” I purchase the Wonder Bar and ride like a pro home to hear it.

I roll up to my old apartment, store the ride, and move straight to the stereo. “What’s that in your hand?” my new girlfriend at the time says. Without comment I put in the disc, push play and hear, “Oh, I forgot it was out today, turn it up.” We spent the remainder of that evening and every evening for the next month thereafter listening to this great album.

Unfortunately that was six long years ago. I have traded my college days for a career, an apartment for a house and upgraded my girlfriend to my wife. In the Martin world, all I have had to hold onto since is a live album and megs and megs of concert recordings. Their excellence aside, new material is greatly needed.

I hope you all the best, and I commit to seeing you every time I can, but please feed my need for new tunes.

With respect and admiration,

motorman