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Tuesday, April 19   >>


To clarify: The picture on yesterday's entry portrayed us as KROQ-loving turds. We're not. Well, maybe the WASP on the far right, but that's only because he's just weird like that. It's a terrible station, but I had to do it. I just had to. We made KROQ believe we LOVED their station. I mean LOVED. Sure, it was pathetic, but it was so worth it. So worth it. Plus, I like to do stupid shit like that. Life is too short to skip these opportunities.

So the newly elected pope is 78 years old. That's about 30 years shy of Joan Rivers. Why did the redcoats elect this guy? He's practically dead already. I hate to sound like a jerk, but I'm just being honest. Maybe it was that guy's dream, and the panel decided, "oh, give him one last fling for Jesus' sake."

Sorta like the guys who tune the guitars and drums for rock bands. They come out on stage in front of sold-out crowds, and wishing they're performing, they think, "If only I looked hot, sang well, wrote good songs, and was 20 years younger."

Actually, no, it's not like that at all.

What the hell just happened?

Here I am, totally failing in presenting what could have been a funny analogy. I have failed you, readers. If only I could repay you. How's a joke? Sound good? Alright. Here's an oldie but a goodie.

Did you hear what happened to the two snare drums and crash cymbal that fell off the Grand Canyon?


Laugh your Tuesday off.

To update on my trio's first gig-o-rama last night, we kicked ass. Everyone seemed terribly impressed on a somewhat offensive level ("what?!??! hugo!?!?! good music?!?!? that was sooooo gooooood!!!!! i can't believe it!!!!!?!!?"). I got about 100 business cards requested, so I guess I shouldn't complain. Mingling is hard because it's like Spin Alley after a Presidential debate -- all bullshit and smiles. I guess that's what this business is all about.

Entertainment ... beyond the stage. I feel dirty. Corporate sleaze dirty. Good day!