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Thursday, June 18   >>

ROCK AND TROLL

Auditioned another singer for my group two nights ago.

She was ridiculous. Like. Ridiculously good. She said she liked Whitney, so I told her to walk the talk as I started playing "I Have Nothing" on the keys.

And she nailed every key change. "I Have Nothing" is one of the most ridiculous songs to even fathom singing, let alone pulling it off really fucking well.

It was worth the 17-month wait.

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Last night, I played my first live gig in holyfuckingshitIcan'tevenremember. It's not with the aforementioned band; it's with an experimental rock project whose creator is this really weird guy I've known for years. The songs are rad, so I had to do it.
THE GIRLFRIEND: What are you going to wear?

HUGO: Iono. Jeans and a sweater? Fuckin' whatever, I dunno.

THE GIRLFRIEND: Why don't you wear your a nice button-down?
I always wear nice button-downs.
HUGO: It's in Silver Lake, babe. Everyone there dresses like a fucking hobo. And you swear it's the first indie rock gig I've ever played in my entire life.

THE GIRLFRIEND: BUT YOU NEED TO LOOK NICE.

HUGO: OH MY GOD IS THIS MY GIRLFRIEND TALKING, OR IS THIS MY MOM, CIRCA 1992.
Anyway, this group rehearsed once prior to the set about a week ago, and I was in a bit of a time rush, so I didn't get to formally meet the players really well. Until last night, after our set, which was nothing short of bizarre and strange. I'll talk about it another time.
HUGO: Dude, are you a jazz drummer? You did some ridiculous shit tonight.

DRUMMER: Nah, I listen to a lot of it, but I've never called myself a jazz drummer.

HUGO: Oh okay. Do you play in any other bands?

DRUMMER: Yeah, [so and so group] and [such and such artist] every now and then. But mostly the Radioactive Chickenheads.

HUGO: ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS. I SAW YOU GUYS ON TYRA.
This band was on Tyra.



FYI: The drummer is of the more sane persons in said experimental rock group.