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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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Tuesday, September 21   >>

IT SUDDENLY GOT COLD IN HERE

January could not come sooner: I bought a pair of tickets to Brad Mehldau's chamber orchestra performance of Highway Rider at Disney (mothafuckin') Hall. Great hall, greater ensemble, greaterest seats in the world. This Mehldau guy has done nothing but excite me in a child-like way since 2001. I can't begin to explain how much of a genius this guy is.

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I'm following Tay Zonday on Twitter.

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Usher's tour is called "The OMG Tour."

Yes, I am going to this, too. Musicians are going to be ri-di-cu-lous.

Speaking of pop session players, did you guys see Justin Bieber's band on the VMAs? They KILLED. Only that grade of musicianship and talent could make such shit music sound so. fucking. DOPE. I bet the kid doesn't know the greatness he's surrounded by EVERY DAY. If anyone has a video of this, please forward.

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I'd be lying if I said I wasn't considering seeing Biebz live. But then I realized all that I would hear would be the sound of 15,000 tweens confused at all the funny feelings in their bodies. A live DVD will do.

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Guitar Center.
HUGO: Yeah, listen, I really need an upgrade to some studio monitors.

GUITAR CENTER BRO: YEAH? ROCK, MAN! ROCK! You into recording?

HUGO: Not really, I just want some better studio monitors.

GCB: Gotcha, what's your budget, brah?

HUGO: [trombone sound]

GCB: I think I've got just whatcha need. Follow me over!

We walk. The studio monitors are yellow.

HUGO: I like the yellow. But this isn't in my price range.

GCB: NO, MAN... I KNOW. BUT...the extra cash could get you these. Hold up, you need--

HUGO: No, I'm good, I'd rathe--

GCB: ...NO, LISTEN TO THIS.

Metallica's "Enter Sandman" plays.

HUGO: Yeah, man, good record, whatever, but listen, I want to get som--

GCB: ISN'T THAT AWESOME? PERFECT BALANCE OF MIDS AND HIGHS!

HUGO: WHAT? I CAN'T HEAR YOU.

GCB: YEAH!!!

Music off.

HUGO: Look at these. These are awesome. I've read reviews on these as good, and at a low-cos--

GCB: NAH MAN THOSE ARE FUCKING GAY.
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