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Monday, January 11
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THE REAL TRAGEDY IN THIS WHOLE LATE NIGHT FIASCO
...is the likely loss of Carson Daly. I'm dead serious. After the garbage that preceded his show is a restructured and re-energized show with new music, conversations with really good comedians and, oh, yeah, conversations with musicians who make said new music. There really is no other easily accessible place on television where a serious musician wouldn't be diminished to a 3-minute audition via single. There would actually be, like, questions. About their craft. WHOWOULDATHUNK.
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I am an idiot. *ring-ring*
THE GIRLFRIEND: Hey, what's up?
HUGO: Not much, you?
THE GIRLFRIEND: In the break room at work. The Bangles are*staticstatic*
HUGO: Sorry, couldn't hear you, come again?
THE GIRLFRIEND: The Bangles are playing The Jets.
HUGO: I've never heard of that song. Are they really still around?
THE GIRLFRIEND: Wait, what?
HUGO: The Bangles are playing what song?
THE GIRLFRIEND: ...are you serious. I'm talking about football.
Again. I am an idiot.
...an idiot who totes surprised his girlfriend with second row tickets to last Saturday's Rufus Wainwright show she was completely unaware about. It was like Punk'd, BUT MORE ROMANTIC, GUYZZ.
...AND MORE GAY, OBVZ.
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Really, Rivers?
Really?
I understand that your signature coyness and precociousness often involves asking really odd questions from the perspective of a guy still trying to figure "growing up" out, but this just teeters on really creepy.
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Lastly:  PPS. NO NERDS!!!
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