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Wednesday, June 2
SO I LEFT MY WALLET AT HOME TODAY
[10 minutes ago]
HUGO: I'm getting coffee down the street.Why should I be embarrassed that I forgot my wallet at home? It's a simple human error. Sometimes I am absurdly hard on myself.
CO-WORKER [THE RICK]: I'm coming with.
HUGO realizes he doesn't have his wallet.
HUGO: UHHH ...I'VE GOT AN E-MAIL TO FINISH UP. MAYBE LATER.
THE RICK: Alrighty!
Fuck me. There's coffee in the break room, but it's fucking Yuban. YUBAN. I'm not your abuela, goddamnit.
So the new band search on Craigslist has begun.
Last few years it went like this:
[VERY STIFF PITCH ABOUT UNTITLED MUSIC PROJECT, SHOWS, COMMERCIAL APPEAL, SERIOUS REHEARSAL SCHEDULE, SCHEDULED STUDIO ITINERARY, BLAH BLAH BLAH.]
It got lots of responses. 99% of them were dreamers. It was an absolute uphill battle. It took several hundred responses to finally get someone to show up.
This time was different.
"my name is hugo and [...] is the name of my new project. it's loud, it's got anthems, and it's pretty lush. if you're into the samples here [link] then hit me up. i want to record an EP this summer and do some fun shows on bills with local favorites. bye!"
I posted it last night and was really discouraged that one hour had gone by without a response.
Then I come to work this morning only to open up my inbox with a flood of e-mails from talented people who are stoked to be on my project. Some are even former members from some of my favorite local groups. Some even work on Adult Swim, which is thoroughly exciting in the "round up the freaks" department.
It's, just, like, coming together. No pressures. No deadlines. Nothing. It just "is." The way all art should be, really.
It's going to be a good summer. I can feel it.