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Friday, August 19   >>


The private morning show I mentioned the other day with Ben Folds and Ben Lee (that The Girlfriend had won) turned out to be a complete disaster. It was at the Renaissance Hollywood Hotel and it was, like, on the outdoor pooldeck on the 5th floor. And it was sunny. How LAME.

[ Photos here ]

I mean, barely anyone was there. Then, we had figured out we entered in the wrong way which meant we had to watch Ben Folds do a soundcheck, while everyone else was in line and had to enter in the "correct" way.

Then, everyone was nice. Then, the staff at the hotel was fast and friendly. Then, everyone sat down on in front of the stage, kindergarten style. Then, my chin was resting on the stage. Then Ben Lee played a set and almost stepped on my hand. Then, Ben Folds came out and played an even awesome-r set and blew away my fucking mind.

Oh, and get this, it was so bad that he played the song I requested (my favorite song of his). I mean, what the fuck's up with that?

Then, after, the artists took the time to talk to fans. How dumb is that? Then, after, Ben Folds, like, took a picture with me and signed a CD cover.

Then, at the show that night, The Girlfriend got Ben Lee's flowers and I got Ben Folds' setlist.

Man, that was probably the worst fucking day of my entire life.

Have a totally fucked up weekend!