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.
Greg Giraldo, Tony Curtis... if I were a celebrity I'd be shitting my pants right now.
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My dad never liked Greg Giraldo. The only things my dad and I could ever agree on were technogeekery and watching comedy. Colin Quinn used to have this really loose forum on Comedy Central for awhile some years back, and Giraldo was ALWAYS on, and I always remember my dad saying, "THAT guy's an asshole. WHO LIKES HIM?!" A lot of people did, ya prick! I'm not crying or even all that terribly bummed out, but it just kinda sucks when a person dies after they've lived a life of making people evaluate the world we live in. Not many artists do that, but comedians, all of them, even the shitty ones, do that, and they're important. Comedians are the only people we can all agree on to give us some perspective. FUCKING AY WHATEVER.
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Like Greg Giraldo, another act who deserved much more in their time has died. As Tall As Lions have announced a retirement. They made so much great music and in the back of my mind it always felt like they never really got a break. In the months leading up to their most recent record, my friends and I would go, "They've learned plenty, and it looks like this might be the one that's going to blow them up." It didn't, and sometimes the music game is so severely fucked like that. I hope they come back. One thing's for sure, I'll be at their farewell show with many beers to spill on concrete. A LA CHOLO DEATH.
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THE GIRLFRIEND: The Roots play on a lot of popular records...WTF?
ME: Yeah, right?
THE GIRLFRIEND: They're like our generation's Toto.
We are going to have so much sex tonight it's not even funny.
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I'm not a big fan of Long Beach (or any part of the OC for that matter) but the #wondays crew wanted to have BBQ there and along the way I stopped at this place that only sold hot sauces, very similar to the one at Farmer's Market by the Grove (not AT the Grove), and I asked the lady what her favorite one was, and when I tasted the sample it felt like my tongue was getting raped, like, literally fucked without my permission, by a Super Mario Bros. ball of fire, and so I bought it because, well, yeah, and it made me realize my newfound obsession with battling my limits in eating spicy food (like that of Orochon) is spot on to this article about "benign masochism."
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I CAME.
AND THEN I CAME AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN. And then I laughed and laughed and laughed because, yeah.
a;fajo3wnfa0293fn03w9fahw3faj HOW DO PEOPLE THINK LIKE THIS!??!?! HOW!?!?!?!!?!
"Oh yeah, duh, I'll just attach this Radiohead lead to a Herbie classic and just make it work, duh, whatever, 1-2-3-4, NAILED IT."