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Friday, July 3
I'M DEAD SERIOUS
No one is more obnoxious than the guy who's never created something but lives a life criticizing other people's art.
Said it once, and I'll say it again: Experience should be a prerequisite to any critic.
This one music snob I know moved to Eagle Rock a couple weeks ago, to "immerse" himself "in a cultural hotspot."
So exotic! Anyway, he's a self-proclaimed rock guru who's never picked up an instrument. And then he has the gall to say that radio artists are no-talent hacks. Prick.
My cousin, 18, called me the other day.
THE COUSIN: I just did a piano audition over the phone with the Marines, for the band!
HUGO: Crazy. What'd you play?
THE COUSIN: Mozart's "Rondo" and some Joplin. But there was a problem.
THE COUSIN: They want me to play jazzzz. And they told me to have something prepared for a live audition in two weeks.
THE COUSIN: Can you teach me jazz in two weeks?
OH, SURE, THE COUSIN -- BECAUSE, YOU KNOW, IT ONLY TOOK ME 5 YEARS TO LEARN HOW TO LISTEN TO IT AND ALL, BUT THAT'S USELESS INFORMATION.
There's a fine line between "educated" and "snob." Think about it.