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I am a Los Angeles-based twentysomething. I have a profession, and I have a secret life in music, and this blog isn't about any of that. I like Blogger because I can't read what you're thinking.

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Monday, July 12   >>

I DON'T REMEMBER HALF THE THINGS THAT WENT DOWN THIS WEEKEND

...So, obviously, Hugo's Annual Summer BBQ Drunkavaganza was in full effect. My past merged with my present, and it all went down in its expected awesomeness.

When I woke up the next morning, I saw that I had tweeted the most incomprehensible opinion on Andrea Bocelli and--?--Christmas in July some seven or so hours prior.

To my children who are reading this in 2035, Dad was a cool guy! SEE!?!?!

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You know when you've gone past 2nd base with a girl for the first time and that's all you can think about for the next 48 hours?

Well that's exactly what happened to me on Friday. I went shopping for some music gear and got to play a Hammond B3 organ. I played the shit out of that thing. Like ...Christmas in July. Unfamiliar with a B3? GET FAMILIAR:



What's weird is that I had never played an organ (one not emulated by software), let alone *THE* Hammond B3, but when the tech turned it on and I heard that familiar Leslie speaker fuzz, I instantly got a boner and was, like, "YES. THIS IS GOING DOWN. THIS. IS. GOING. TO. GET. NASTY."

So I beat the hell out of a vamp on C7#9 and it was, like, natural, you know, pulling all the stops and playing pedal bass and warping the tremolo and being black 'n shit.

What's so awesome about rock organs is that you get a dynamic that can NEVER be pulled off on a standard acoustic piano: a sustained note. Sustaining a note on a rock organ is the closest any player can come to sounding or executing noise like an electric guitar.

And, trust me, when you have the ability to sustain a really epic note over a parade of jacked up chords underneath it, it's like ultimate rock star power. Too, too epic for words.

I have no intention to buy one anytime soon (I don't have an extra 10K lying around, nor the space to store it in yet) but once I do (because I will) I'm sure it will find good use in whatever artistic efforts I'll have in the future.

I look forward to getting old and still playing music. That's going to be bad ass.