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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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Friday, August 6   >>

CALIFORNIA HURLS

Upon release, Katy Perry's "California Gurls" was subject to getting the shit thrown at it by snobs for a few reasons:

1. A terrible music video
2. Unapologetically brainwashable melody
3. It's performed by Katy Perry

If you become a neutral listener by not trying to find a reason for it to suck, you might come to the realization that it's a really, really competent work. Every melody in verse and chorus is distinct and with purpose. Little do most people realize it's over a solid synth bass groove that doesn't digress. It's the equivalent of making a compelling statement on canvas with only one color.

It's certainly my favorite song of the summer. I doubt any other pop music will come close to such a tightly written song like "California Gurls," so I suspect it'll be my favorite song of the year.

Arcade Fire can lick my balls.

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Recently in my music project's process, the group ditched the rehearsal space for living room writing sessions. It's a cerebral space where the job gets done, and opens something else not normally found in a rehearsal space: discussion. Discussion in sitting form allows people to breathe opinion without worrying about the sanctity of the group.

In morale (and only morale), we're like the Google of upstart bands. I'm not doing anyone's laundry, though.

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There's a very, very, very high chance no one will listen to my project. Not because it won't get finished (this is the closest I've come to finishing anything of this scale in my life) but because there's no real motive to make any money from it.

It'll be posted on pay-online places, but we'd rather encourage people to download it for free. If it's good, people will talk. If they don't talk, I can live with that.

Plus, every member has a pretty solid job. Our auxiliary percs player is a copywriter for a fashion company. Our bassist is a film director. Our vocalist is an electrical engineer at a genius lab for satellite technology or something. And me, well, yeah. In the words of Zac Efron, we're all in this together (LOL HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL), but we're not dreamers.

I feel like Cobb: "This is really for my sanity. Every group I've been in before has never gotten it together. You're the first group of people who've proven you can handle, love to work, and bring new things to the table I'd never even known about. Yes, this journey, our journey, is so that I can grow up an old man without regret, but you'll all be credited to it. I promise. We will go on with our lives doing something no one has ever done, and that should be the reward in itself. Anything and everything else that comes from this will only be a perk. Just a perk, nothing more."

Musicians are all alike in that we're drunk in clouded judgement.