Dear Regina, I really have not liked your music since your Begin to Hope album came out in 2006. I stated on several occasions how overrated you were, but after seeing you on the big stage at Coachella, my shell cracked. Maybe it began when I sang along, “Betta, betta, betta!” Or maybe I was making fun of you then. I can’t remember.
Truth is, I just couldn’t get past all the hype to see the talent, but I think I can finally appreciate your music, three years later. Long after Katrine and Moos had you playing every hour of that summer. In fact, I’m enjoying your music right now, as I type this.
I admit that you have a great voice, and the imperfect vocal recordings compliment your manic musical style. Your use of varied instrumentation is awesome. You’re like Bjork, but more digestable. That’s a compliment.
So, I just wanted to apologize for my earlier criticisms because they were premature. I’m glad to finally appreciate your music, and probably because no one else does anymore. That’s what happens when Amy Winehouse happens.
P.S. Did you know that I went to a high school prom with a girl named Regina? I did!