I spoke of a conversation written on a Elvis Costello spectacle in the G train Clinton/Washington stop that I have been following for the past week. It goes like this:

In sharpie marker and good handwriting: “Dear Mr. Costello, Remember when you were cool and wrote songs like ‘No Action’ and ‘Radio’? Now I see you have become a big douchebag in big subway advertisements. Write back when you are cool again. Until then, TRAINWRECK ‘zine”

Next day, pen, “It’s for Sundance! One of the few charitable independent networks!”

Next day TRAINWRECK responded: “But he’s still a big douche in a subway ad. I don’t care if it’s independent, it’s still TV. Smash your TV! Write, create, produce instead of numbing yourself with mind numbing TV. Best, TRAINWRECK”

Next day, new guy: “All you liberals are morons!”

Then Thanksgiving. New Guy, Monday morning, here we go: “You all seem to be avoiding the basic subject though. This is not really Elvis Costello. This is a model in Elvis-like clothes!”

Yesterday: “DIE HIPSTER SCUM”

My favorite thing about this though is that throughout this entire message board-like flame war going on this subway ad is that they are writing on an image of Elvis Costello with his finger over his lips going, “Shhhh…” Irony.