“Dear Axl, There are a lot of musicians I could have sent this money to; people like Bob Mould or Henry Rollins or Robert Plant, whose music graced the mix tapes of my youth. But I figured out of all of them, you could probably use the money the most. Some day you will realize two things: 1) Slash was the heart of GnR. 2) We all know that Chinese Democracy is nothing more than smoke and mirrors. When that happens, take this five bucks and buy a bottle of Night Train to see you through. Yours Truly, michele c. long island, NY P.S. I am giving it to you in change because that’s how bum wine should be bought.”
Somewhere in between PostSecrets and We’re Sorry, Dear Rockers is nominally a site where downloaders, concert-sneakers, home-tapers (who killed music back in the 80s), and other freeloaders can expunge their guilt by writing an open letter to their heroes. Handwrite your letter, scan it, and send the image file to the site. Then send your wronged troubadours $5 (there’s a page to help you find their address).
Of course, many users have found more inventive sentiments to express.