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Monday, June 29
...to have to have to read David Foster's memoir "Hitman."
It's 200 pages of pure pop music insider fluff--Streisand tales, Whitney tales, Groban tales, KOST 103.5 shit, y'know? This stuff is like porn to anyone who, like me, is a conscious pop music fan.
In one chapter, Foster recounts a time in the late '70s where he was having drinks with Ringo and Paul in his home. Foster asked Ringo to call up John and George, since he knew they were in town. Paul sighed, Ringo said, "Sure." The call eventually never happened, but if it did, Foster would have been the person who went down in history as the person who reunited The Beatles for one last time.
HUGO: Oh my god. I've rediscovered Michael Jackson. "Off the Wall" and "Thriller" are albums I feel that will sufficiently change the way I write music from here on out. This guy's a mad fucking scientist.
MOST EVERYONE ELSE: Eh.
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