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I am a Los Angeles-based twentysomething. I have a profession, and I have a secret life in music, and this blog isn't about any of that. I like Blogger because I can't read what you're thinking.

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Thursday, July 21   >>

WE DIDN'T HAVE MIC STANDS, SO WE USED DRUM HARDWARE AND BLUE INDUSTRIAL TAPE

Recording music is hard. Really, it is. Usually, I'm the one on the sound board recording, but today, I was the subject being recorded.

Well, it wasn't just me -- that's just selfish -- it was the jazz trio that got recorded. The result?

5 songs. I don't want to plug, but you know, if you ever need any live music, you should really check us out. I mean, we're not FOUND ON THE INTERNET, WITH STREAMING SAMPLES or anything.

I have failed you readers. Perhaps tomorrow I will go back to my merry ways of long-winded attempts at convincing you all that I am sane. Oh, and without the whoring-of-self. I'm cheap.

Perhaps.

Before I forget, I wanted to bring up an e-mail regarding the new name that caught my attention tonight:

Dear Hugo Gomez of Hugo Stop,

I hate your new name.

Feelin' the love, I say. Feelin' the love.