<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593</id><updated>2011-09-28T10:29:08.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hugo Stop</title><subtitle type='html'>Because you need it -- and because I won't.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Hugo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08022594263360435886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2584</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-4857004289368126843</id><published>2011-04-11T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T11:00:33.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THIS IS IT2,591 entries since July 2002. From my very first post (post-LiveJournal):okay.well, it looks like another year of chem for me.at least im gonna see ben kweller next...next friday. heck yea.aww crikey, i wanna see 'croc. huntah!'s movie. looks mighty SCHMIDT, whattya think?god, i hate, yes, HATE, mrs. strong.g'nite.-jooce.I was never a good student in high school, so repeating classes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/4857004289368126843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=4857004289368126843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/4857004289368126843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/4857004289368126843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2011/04/this-is-it-2591-entries-since-july-2002.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/WM1RChZk1EU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-6229293303236863267</id><published>2011-04-08T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T11:05:22.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AND NOW THE END IS NEARHarvey Levin did a cover of "My Way" produced by Paul Anka. I know this because I watch TMZ, and because I have the TMZ app. #H8RZGONNAH8Anyway, the recording reminded me of the times at music school where I'd walk past the recording department and I'd see some white girl from, like Costa Mesa, try to do her best Nina Simone. It's one of many funny dynamics that come with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/6229293303236863267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=6229293303236863267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/6229293303236863267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/6229293303236863267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2011/04/and-now-end-is-near-harvey-levin-did.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-2728070539961218962</id><published>2011-04-01T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T10:35:33.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE BEGINNING OF THE ENDStarted another blog. I'll be happy to share it with you if you can manage a way to communicate with me. It's already a lot more focused than this place.HugoStop (formely Mixed Tapes of My Life) was a lot of inner-monologuing. Lots of spilled truths, lots of embarrassing moments, lots of awakening, but all a completely honest account of 28% of my life. Some of you stayed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/2728070539961218962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=2728070539961218962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/2728070539961218962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/2728070539961218962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2011/04/beginning-of-end-started-another-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-7548135928639464309</id><published>2011-03-31T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T10:02:13.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WHAT'S UP, HOT DOGI'm never going to have that moment where I talk to my parents as an equal.  As sweet and amazing and caring as my mom is, I can't deny that we will always be on completely different planets with no cultural middle-ground in which there's room to have a conversation. My dad is living, but only a memory. That's kind of fucked up.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/7548135928639464309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=7548135928639464309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/7548135928639464309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/7548135928639464309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2011/03/whats-up-hot-dog-im-never-going-to-have.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-3477761144879751695</id><published>2011-03-30T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T10:40:58.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>'ORCHESTRAL PUNK'It was never intended, but a lot of people who've heard my band's songs have nearly been unanimous in saying it belongs in trailers and/or films. This strange and constant string of feedback surprised the shit out of me, and really fucked up my perspective in what we'd been doing since June of last year.I make music for exclusively selfish reasons (mostly ego and for a sense of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/3477761144879751695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=3477761144879751695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/3477761144879751695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/3477761144879751695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2011/03/orchestral-punk-it-was-never-intended.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-6290151393224260545</id><published>2011-03-29T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T14:36:18.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LUNCH TODAY WAS FUCKING FANTASTIC The T told me that the melody in this:...was hugely inspired by this:BRB gonna go freak out for the rest of the day.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/6290151393224260545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=6290151393224260545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/6290151393224260545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/6290151393224260545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2011/03/lunch-today-was-fucking-fantastic-t.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/RByvzmmEFiQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-3129792233378720194</id><published>2011-03-28T10:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T10:19:54.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>YOUR PARADE OF DISCONTENT ISN'T AMUSINGLots of sad, miserable, whiny, entitled man-children in the world. Listen, I'm well aware that life ain't a big glass of chocolate milk. I've had shit thrown at me from every angle imaginable. But I just can't calculate the vast, seemingly endless, amounts of vitriol regurgitated from our own peers on a routine basis.  Do I need to list out our fortunes? I'm</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/3129792233378720194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=3129792233378720194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/3129792233378720194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/3129792233378720194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2011/03/your-parade-of-discontent-isnt-amusing.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-7555046757309624408</id><published>2011-03-24T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T10:48:30.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THITHIth going to be. Tho. AWETHOME...PLEDGE, MOTHERFUCKERS!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/7555046757309624408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=7555046757309624408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/7555046757309624408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/7555046757309624408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2011/03/thith-ith-going-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-4676926830269408387</id><published>2011-03-23T09:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T09:46:08.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WATERMELONRe: Singer yesterdayShe was pretty good, albeit a little pitchy, dawg, but I credit that to first-meet nerves. We did a "watermelon exercise," which is something I learned from this crazy choir director in college. He told me that the best way to write a song when you're stumped for lyrics is to say the word "watermelon" over your melody. I think it's because it has a specialized set of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/4676926830269408387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=4676926830269408387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/4676926830269408387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/4676926830269408387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2011/03/watermelon-re-singer-yesterday-she-was.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/nMhVFICuvUM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-1460998097539942216</id><published>2011-03-21T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T10:25:53.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RADRe: Trio --HUGO: Have you heard "Song For Luna"?UPRIGHT BASSIST: Heavy.DRUMMER: Epic.HUGO: Yes.Soloing in F#m is hard. Not a big fan of that key. But I have to do it from a goal-oriented standpoint: "If I can't accomplish playing this key at a capacity to perform it, I am a shit musician."The guys were better than I anticipated. We were all apologizing to each other for not being up to par </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/1460998097539942216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=1460998097539942216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/1460998097539942216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/1460998097539942216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2011/03/rad-re-trio-hugo-have-you-heard-song.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-964308466661224196</id><published>2011-03-18T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T10:47:42.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>IT'S GONNA KILL WHEN YOU DESERT METhere's a really moving part in the Joan Rivers documentary where she says she never aspired to be a comic. She had always wanted and continues to call herself an actress. In her eyes, she's always been an actress playing the part of a comic.She also says that she had never been hurt by people telling her that she's a shitty comic. She couldn't care less. But if </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/964308466661224196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=964308466661224196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/964308466661224196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/964308466661224196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-gonna-kill-when-you-desert-me.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-3268168490017974216</id><published>2011-03-17T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T09:59:28.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE IMPORTANCE OF BRANDING"Whiskey"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/3268168490017974216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=3268168490017974216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/3268168490017974216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/3268168490017974216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2011/03/importance-of-branding-whiskey.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V5oDg3i2HAI/TYI90zAz-II/AAAAAAAAAOg/CzKhoTDMTNA/s72-c/mmhm.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-1290843191363026554</id><published>2011-03-16T09:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T09:06:55.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WAIT, WHAT</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/1290843191363026554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=1290843191363026554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/1290843191363026554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/1290843191363026554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2011/03/wait-what.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkISNhZ4jQw/TYDgEeKyb1I/AAAAAAAAAOY/cQa-OY6-k9w/s72-c/waitwhat.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-8319785473286906295</id><published>2011-03-15T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T10:41:26.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SAID TRIOAs my band's EP is done, I'm already thinking of the next thing, which is my new trio. One thing my last band taught me is that I work best in the Billy Joel model, which is often considered the opposite of the Bruce Springsteen model.The Billy Joel model is writing out a few sketches for songs and sticking to these sketches to the end, so long as they feel right. That means never </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/8319785473286906295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=8319785473286906295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/8319785473286906295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/8319785473286906295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2011/03/said-trio-as-my-bands-ep-is-done-im.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-8355753876643841761</id><published>2011-03-11T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T10:13:32.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'M NOT AFRAID OF JAZZ ANYMORE, GODDAMNITI was listening to Mike Birbiglia on the WTF Podcast and he said he doesn't like playing the Comedy Cellar because it's a place that intimidates him. The Cellar regulars include street-tough comics like Attell and Norton and DiPaolo and anyone else who could kick your ass with words. Birbiglia said that, while he can recognize his own talents, he feels </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/8355753876643841761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=8355753876643841761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/8355753876643841761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/8355753876643841761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-not-afraid-of-jazz-anymore-goddamnit.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-6770057858414950086</id><published>2011-03-10T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T15:23:23.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NOT EVERYTHING I WANT, BUT JUST ENOUGH TO MAKE ME LIKE YOU A LOTI saw Vertical Horizon a couple nights ago.No, this blog post is not coming to you from the year 1998.I won a pair of tickets to see Vertical Horizon at the Roxy (learn to love time-sensitive Twitter giveaways) so The Girlfriend and I were stoked. Their Everything You Want LP was on heavy rotation in my Rio 500 player when it came </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/6770057858414950086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=6770057858414950086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/6770057858414950086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/6770057858414950086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2011/03/not-everything-i-want-but-just-enough.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-7368192351004186662</id><published>2011-03-09T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T09:52:28.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HEY, SO REMEMBER THE REIGN OF KINDO? YEAH THEY'RE STILL KICKING EVERYONE'S ASSESKiller.You suck a lot if you don't have their sophomore LP This Is What Happens. It's especially essential if you like music that makes you feel really, really dumb (in a constructive way, of course.)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/7368192351004186662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=7368192351004186662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/7368192351004186662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/7368192351004186662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2011/03/hey-so-remember-reign-of-kindo-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/LkcZdhamaew/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-3187593389365948935</id><published>2011-03-08T08:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T08:57:16.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>'HOW ABOUT WE NOT PLAY A SONG WITH A BUNCH OF FAGGY CHORDS, FAGGITY FAG?'I wrote this sketch/impression a very, very long time ago. I never found a home for it. I've tried to use it in a lot of different pop and rock groups. It never gelled with the people I played with. It stayed dormant. It made me sad, because it's very fun to play. It just kind of died. :[But I played it for my guys a couple </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/3187593389365948935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=3187593389365948935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/3187593389365948935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/3187593389365948935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2011/03/how-about-we-not-play-song-with-bunch.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ploWQKuaaas/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-5586347927269851083</id><published>2011-03-07T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T11:48:07.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SCHOOLEDRe: Masterclass with the musician I look up to most.NYC's jazz community is much younger than Los Angeles'. They're also far more competitive. I question the intentions of some people I met this weekend. Many play for love of the arts. Some do it for the accolades. Most don't know why they're doing it.I learned a ton of things; some in the talking-shop realm (surprisingly, even some "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/5586347927269851083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=5586347927269851083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/5586347927269851083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/5586347927269851083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2011/03/schooled-re-masterclass-with-musician-i.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-4659859114620305574</id><published>2011-03-03T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T10:19:37.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>'OMG WHY ARE U GUYZ WASTING SO MANY CLICKS?!'I like to take on other responsibilities here at work because I like to learn stuff and acquire new skill sets.One thing that I had no idea I'd ever have an interest in is workflow efficiency.Being a "workflow efficiency analyst" is just a euphemism for "Anal Retentive Office Administrator."The task is to recognize that Person A needs to get </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/4659859114620305574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=4659859114620305574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/4659859114620305574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/4659859114620305574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2011/03/omg-why-are-u-guyz-wasting-so-many.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-1916474562071845358</id><published>2011-03-02T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T13:22:17.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WHEN THINGS WERE MUCH SHITTIER, I WAS WAY MORE FUNNY AND I WROTE WAY GOODER AND I GUESS I WAS KIND OF A COOLER GUYI'm serious.One of my band mates let me borrow Live from New York: An Uncensored History of Saturday Night Live about a month ago. It is a HEAVY read, but only when you read it as I have: by watching episodes mentioned in the book as they're being read. At this pace, I'll be done with</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/1916474562071845358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=1916474562071845358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/1916474562071845358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/1916474562071845358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2011/03/when-things-were-much-shittier-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-6630397712017695695</id><published>2011-03-01T01:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T09:34:27.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OH YEAHSo I saw Earth, Wind &amp; Fire a couple weeks ago.  It was, as expected, awesome.  But it was in Orange County, so the vast majority of the crowd was clapping on 1 and 3. K bye.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/6630397712017695695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=6630397712017695695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/6630397712017695695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/6630397712017695695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2011/03/oh-yeah-so-i-saw-earth-wind-fire-couple.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-8823220509507186622</id><published>2011-02-28T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T10:00:49.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LAME SAUCEI think my 15-year-old self got more action than my current Facebook profile.----It's always weird running into people who are your "friends" in Facebook.GUY:  So what's been up, man!??!??!?!?!HUGO:  [I don't even know where to start, so there's typically a long stretch of silence until I say] Ah, you know.GUY:  Yeah I saw you were at [so-and-so's] party.  I was too!  I didn't see you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/8823220509507186622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=8823220509507186622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/8823220509507186622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/8823220509507186622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2011/02/lame-sauce-i-think-my-15-year-old-self.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-3745790989592208565</id><published>2011-02-23T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T13:59:15.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ONE YEARToday is my one year anniversary at this job.A year ago today, I was staring at an empty Word document on a computer my boss had assigned to me on my first day. I typed up a bunch of ideas--a wishlist of sorts--in how to bring this relatively unknown company into developing their own internet brand. As an internet nerd of the highest order, I was like a kid in a candy store.Today, this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/3745790989592208565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=3745790989592208565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/3745790989592208565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/3745790989592208565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2011/02/one-year-today-is-my-one-year.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-109543927083442088</id><published>2011-02-22T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T13:35:41.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE AGE OF DOUBTQUARIUSIt just dawned on me that this is next week and I am not that prepared. I really, really need to brush up on scales, ear training, and some other theory stuff that I've put behind in recent years. While I'm certain I'll avoid making an ass of myself (I have a few originals and covers in my pocket), I'm terrified of not knowing something that I'm supposed to know.Yeah, sort </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/109543927083442088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=109543927083442088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/109543927083442088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/109543927083442088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2011/02/age-of-doubtquarius-it-just-dawned-on.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zSQruV7RJsk/TWQqt1xXCiI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/0_z9yaGeh_E/s72-c/x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-8507210335087420202</id><published>2011-02-21T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T11:02:38.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DRAFT 1 OF RADIOHEAD'S 'CREEP'I want to document the changes this cover is going to go through, from weak inception, to strong finish.Things to learn from this first draft:1. I need to get another piano. My little upright Wurlitzer has been beaten. to. death. The poor thing has suffered 9 broken and repaired keys over the past 3 years, and that doesn't include the wear and tear and bi-yearly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/8507210335087420202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=8507210335087420202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/8507210335087420202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/8507210335087420202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2011/02/draft-1-of-radioheads-creep-i-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Vg84ziMGeCE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-6325511739414622370</id><published>2011-02-18T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T13:10:24.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ANDY DAVIS' 'CHICAGO CITY OF SHOULDERS'Between 2005 and 2007, I was near-obsessed with the Nashville alternative pop singer/songwriter scene. Some artists in this scene are writers or co-writers of huge Top 40 hits, and it fascinated me that they had comfortable music careers with relatively large club-capacity followings, while also living relatively anonymous lives. It was the kind of music </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/6325511739414622370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=6325511739414622370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/6325511739414622370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/6325511739414622370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2011/02/andy-davis-chicago-city-of-shoulders.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ldHCrxFQEb4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-7886962915494388684</id><published>2011-02-17T10:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T11:31:01.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE WTF PODCAST WITH MARC MARONIf you've never heard the WTF Podcast, it's a talk show hosted by comedian Marc Maron, who I'd say is in the mid-tier of lasting comedians from the supposed "'80s comedy explosion." His bits range from diatribes on daily minutiae to issues of galactic proportions. He is angry and tragically self-deprecating.His podcast is simply him in his house having deep, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/7886962915494388684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=7886962915494388684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/7886962915494388684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/7886962915494388684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2011/02/wtf-podcast-with-marc-maron-if-youve.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-336273674673654739</id><published>2011-02-14T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T09:57:51.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>POST-SHOWFour-on-the-floor psychology is doing well these days, isn't it?----The only thing irrelevant about the Grammys is the snark. There is a correlation between one's opinion of celebrated pop music and one's understanding in the gravity of creating celebrated pop music.Unless you've ever made a genuine effort to create music, go fuck yourself.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/336273674673654739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=336273674673654739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/336273674673654739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/336273674673654739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2011/02/post-show-four-on-floor-psychology-is.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-8365883726673242112</id><published>2011-02-10T10:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T11:09:20.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SOMEONE TO WATCH OVER MEBrad Mehldau leads jazz trios and solo composer-pianists from the New York City area in an exploration of jazz improvisation and creative collaboration during two intense days of master classes at (Le) Poisson Rouge.Please note that this event is not open to the public. [Carnegie Hall]I got invited.  I'm still pinching myself.I don't care if my time in NYC only lasts 48 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/8365883726673242112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=8365883726673242112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/8365883726673242112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/8365883726673242112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2011/02/someone-to-watch-over-me-brad-mehldau.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-3634866960532877969</id><published>2011-02-04T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T14:58:00.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>8 BAR PHRASESRolling Stone recently published a "lost" interview with John Lennon, conducted just a few days before he was killed. In one part, Lennon explains how Yoko inspired his now-infamous doodles. It was she who taught him a style of Japanese drawing where the artist completes an entire drawing by never lifting the pen/brush from the canvas.  It's fluid, and continuous.I was reminded of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/3634866960532877969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=3634866960532877969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/3634866960532877969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/3634866960532877969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2011/02/8-bar-phrases-rolling-stone-recently.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ATg8CdRD68E/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-8513553100457468362</id><published>2011-02-03T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T16:20:34.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THISRe: This...is like this:Unreal.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/8513553100457468362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=8513553100457468362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/8513553100457468362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/8513553100457468362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2011/02/this-re-this.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/MOm17yw__6U/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-2575319524798967846</id><published>2011-02-01T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T13:07:29.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AMBROSIA'S 'HOW MUCH I FEEL'This song is in the key of E. E is such a sexy key. I am dead serious when I say I have not heard one song in E that was a bad song ("Nowhere Man," "Mercy, Mercy Me," "After The Love Has Gone," ...and so many more). I call it the Marvin Gaye key, since Gaye writes his best stuff in that key. I have a theory on the key of E: A lot of musicians gravitate to it since it's</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/2575319524798967846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=2575319524798967846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/2575319524798967846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/2575319524798967846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2011/02/ambrosias-how-much-i-feel-this-song-is.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/XZlkMpw23u4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-7710134175959682333</id><published>2011-01-27T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T10:15:38.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RANDY NEWMAN'S 'MASTERMAN AND BABY J'When I was, like, 10-years-old, I bought a Randy Newman CD because apparently, as a developing piano player, I "had to" have his stuff. It's kind of a stupid thing to tell a young kid because Newman's material is largely lyrical, and he provides a cynical, alternative perspective of American ideals not exactly suited for glue eaters like myself.Anyway, I grew </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/7710134175959682333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=7710134175959682333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/7710134175959682333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/7710134175959682333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2011/01/randy-newmans-masterman-and-baby-j-when.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-4072863665327710097</id><published>2011-01-26T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T13:49:02.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>'FRIGHT NIGHT' BY ARIEL PINK'S HAUNTED GRAFFITII avoided listening to Ariel Pink's Haunted Graffiti because, during my days as a rock journalist, their PR would rape my inbox on a daily basis. Their PR were, at the least, very persistent motherfuckers whose persistence turned me off, thus I never gave them a chance.  I drew the line when they started sending gifts. Like, um, hellooOOOOooo, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/4072863665327710097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=4072863665327710097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/4072863665327710097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/4072863665327710097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2011/01/fright-night-by-ariel-pinks-haunted.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/hMNPWT6WDJQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-4453583748915598171</id><published>2011-01-24T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T10:26:40.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SORRY, WAS @ SHOW; JUST GOT OUT OF EXISTENTIAL CRISIS; WHERE U ATSome of my favorite shows are the ones that get me really fired up and make me want to leave mid-show and get to working on music.However, the even-better shows are the ones that are soul-crushing.  They're the tragic shows that make you evaluate everything you've ever done and are currently working on.  They're the ones that place </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/4453583748915598171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=4453583748915598171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/4453583748915598171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/4453583748915598171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2011/01/sorry-was-show-just-got-out-of.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-6603492600955374577</id><published>2011-01-20T16:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T16:52:54.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE BIG 'WHY'I think it comes down to me seeing Kanye West's My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy on everyone's 2010 Top 10 lists, with highlights on "Power," "Monster," and "Runaway," and never reading a single mere mention of "Hell of a Life," which I believe isn't just the best song on that LP, but the best thing West has ever been part of creating yet.  I don't have to explain why.Lately, the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/6603492600955374577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=6603492600955374577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/6603492600955374577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/6603492600955374577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2011/01/big-why-i-think-it-comes-down-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-427595107413902043</id><published>2010-12-31T03:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T12:43:54.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ONE CRAZY FUCKING YEAR: A SELF-INDULGENT RETROSPECTIVE ON MY 2010A few highlights from my 2010.- I moved- While in search of a new home, I quit rock journalism in search for a better paying job, and I miraculously did in less than 30 days.  And I never looked back.- I learned who Justin Bieber is- I settled, and realized that nothing will ever hold me back from being an artist at any level- Then </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/427595107413902043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=427595107413902043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/427595107413902043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/427595107413902043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2010/12/one-crazy-fucking-year-self-indulgent.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-6970390244152349017</id><published>2010-12-30T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T09:42:22.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'VE NEVER LIKED THE SONG 'THRILLER' BY MICHAEL JACKSONIt's a stupid fucking song. Seriously. Everything about it pains me. That dopey fucking bouncing bass line, the sound effects of creaking doors and howling wolves, the retarded spoken-word interlude, those retarded and arrogant horn lines, and the overall ambition of it is just a holocaust of noise.I'm probably the biggest defender of pop </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/6970390244152349017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=6970390244152349017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/6970390244152349017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/6970390244152349017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2010/12/ive-never-liked-song-thriller-by.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-1466476714472670690</id><published>2010-12-29T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T09:35:49.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THINGS I DID WHILE I WAS SICK YESTERDAY- Watched Fresh Prince of Bel Air- Watched The King of Queens- Watched iCarly- Watched The Nanny- Watched Sanford and Sons- Watched Three's Company- Watched Family Guy- Drank Theraflu- Mixed that shit with NyQuil- Ate Umami Burger- Ate a brownie- Gained like 3 pounds or whatever- Watched SeinfeldMan, daytime television is fucking de-press-ing.  I felt like a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/1466476714472670690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=1466476714472670690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/1466476714472670690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/1466476714472670690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2010/12/things-i-did-while-i-was-sick-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-705534638412871158</id><published>2010-12-27T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T09:57:36.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SO IT TOOK ME ROUGHLY 10 YEARS TO REALIZE THAT I'M HAPPIEST ON MY BLOG WHEN I'M WRITING ABOUT MUSIC TECHNIQUE AND THEORYMelisma in its simplest form is a vocal technique in which a series of notes is stretched into one syllable. Its roots can be tracked back to gospel, blues and even Gregorian chant; Ray Charles, Aretha Franklin and Stevie Wonder used it sparingly early in their careers.[...]</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/705534638412871158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=705534638412871158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/705534638412871158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/705534638412871158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2010/12/so-it-took-me-roughly-10-years-to.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-6823928070857494148</id><published>2010-12-24T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T17:07:35.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FUCK YEAH CHRISTMAS TIMEThe Girlfriend got me an R&amp;B fake book.Sort of like when Pam gave Jim that Jim-based comic book.  I flipped.  Actually, I'm still flipping.  Legendary.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/6823928070857494148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=6823928070857494148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/6823928070857494148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/6823928070857494148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2010/12/fuck-yeah-christmas-time-girlfriend-got.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-3415072965558433282</id><published>2010-12-23T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T10:17:38.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SO THIS HAPPENEDYesterday.CO-WORKER: Hey, what are you doing tomorrow night? Thursday's the new Friday!HUGO: [blahblahblahblah]CO-WORKER: Oh, cool. You should stop by [notable comedy club] for a minute since you're in the area. I'm doing a set there.HUGO: Oh?CO-WORKER: You're actually part of one of my new bits I'm trying.HUGO: ...Oh?CO-WORKER: Yeah, it's semi-fictional. I make fun of this guy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/3415072965558433282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=3415072965558433282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/3415072965558433282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/3415072965558433282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2010/12/so-this-happened-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-549274047050138084</id><published>2010-12-22T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T11:31:47.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>IN WHICH HUGO IS A DICK ABOUT KEYSMy bells player moved in with my singer.  That's pretty cool, especially since they only met because of our music.My lease is up in April, which means another imminent move.  I'd like to see how living in a place with musicians would affect my playing or dedication to the craft.  Musicians, holla -- let's make this happen. Seriously.NO METAL GUYS/NOODLERS.----So </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/549274047050138084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=549274047050138084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/549274047050138084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/549274047050138084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2010/12/in-which-hugo-is-dick-about-keys-my.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-1859015485146348681</id><published>2010-12-21T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T12:33:23.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY AQUALUNG!I cannot think of another rhythm more pervasive in pop-rock music from the naughts than the one (I'd argue as) premiered by Coldplay's "Clocks."I'd rank this rhythm as high up on influence as the Amen Break.  You hear it everywhere (Fig A., B., C., etc.), and, more shockingly, the rhythm is such an integral part of the pop vernacular that we don't even notice how </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/1859015485146348681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=1859015485146348681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/1859015485146348681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/1859015485146348681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2010/12/ayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy-aqualung-i-cannot.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-8721318183042781081</id><published>2010-12-20T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T11:40:40.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE SADNESS -- IT LIVES!!!As Tall As Lions' farewell show last Friday was super duper sad!:[Sort of like the time a few months ago where I was shopping for shoes, and I saw a pair of Converse shoes, and I broke down and had to leave the store because it reminded me of a life that I don't have anymore.  Well, anyway, they were on fire and played tighter than I had ever heard them in past shows, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/8721318183042781081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=8721318183042781081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/8721318183042781081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/8721318183042781081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2010/12/sadness-it-lives-as-tall-as-lions.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-200778722080970231</id><published>2010-12-17T08:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T09:05:20.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EPIC. MOTHERFUCKING. RAGE.Last night, Soulive at the Roxy kicked my ass.  Nay.  They annihilated my brain.  Nay.  Insert your hyperbole.  It was ridiculous.  Add set-long cameos by Nigel Hall and Karl motherfucking Denson and, well, let's just say my body is REALLY sore and my voice is nearly shot.Maybe it was the setlist, or the musicianship (all members were pushing each other to the brink of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/200778722080970231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=200778722080970231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/200778722080970231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/200778722080970231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2010/12/epic.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-1328968262224112865</id><published>2010-12-16T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T14:14:57.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>IN WHICH I GO POLITICAL (OR "HOW I LEARNED TO LOVE THE BOMBSHELL THAT WAS LAID UPON ME EARLY IN MY LIFE")The Dream Act -- a bill that will allow minors of undocumented parents a path to residency (not citizenship) -- needs to be passed.  Yes, parents as lawbreakers should be penalized, but to strip away the opportunity of the American Dream from a child who is unknowingly in the country illegally</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/1328968262224112865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=1328968262224112865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/1328968262224112865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/1328968262224112865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2010/12/in-which-hugostop-goes-political-or-how.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-2606211444099894363</id><published>2010-12-15T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T11:00:54.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE SING-OFFYou asked for it, but I'd rather be a tease than a whore. N'AM SAYIN'?  To offer: A shitty take from a shitty mix from my band's initial EP demo sessions months ago.  HEY, IT'S SOMETHING, SO STOP YER YAMMERIN'.I'm really proud of our nearly-completed work.  My band's saga is nearing its end (our only goal is to create an EP to be proud of, and nothing more) and I've never been more </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/2606211444099894363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=2606211444099894363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/2606211444099894363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/2606211444099894363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2010/12/sing-off-you-asked-for-it-but-id-rather.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-8945864414767143320</id><published>2010-12-14T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T10:55:44.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LIKE, UM, I TOTALLY KNOW THAT AWARDS SHOWS ARE SHAMS...where winners aren't really rewarded for their work, and typically get awards either as symbolic gestures, or sympathy, or because of how fucking off-the-chain their invite-only cocktail party was for voters, but, really, what the fuck were the HFP smoking giving The Tourist, well, anything?  Let's not factor in the fact that I haven't seen </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/8945864414767143320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=8945864414767143320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/8945864414767143320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/8945864414767143320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2010/12/like-um-i-totally-know-that-awards.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-1108545430773728229</id><published>2010-12-13T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T13:12:54.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RECENT DISCOURSE I'M NOT.JKJKJJKJKKKKKJJKJKJ</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/1108545430773728229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=1108545430773728229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/1108545430773728229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/1108545430773728229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2010/12/recent-discourse-im-not.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T77-i2lMG3M/TQZ4os-kvRI/AAAAAAAAAOA/-ikSkwpiPWI/s72-c/nahitscooljusttripmeoutwhatevz.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-1627983202822856973</id><published>2010-12-10T09:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T09:12:25.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A LOCAL BITDIRECTOR: Alright, Jack, just stand in front of your van and when the announcer next to me finishes his bit with your name, just say the 800 number and we'll call it a day.  Good?JACK STEPHAN:  Sounds good.DIRECTOR:  ACTION.ANNOUNCER:  For all of your plumbing needs, call Jack Stephanopoulis!JACK STEPHAN:  The name's Jack Stephan.ANNOUNCER:  Err, uh, for all YOUR plumbing needs, call </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/1627983202822856973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=1627983202822856973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/1627983202822856973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/1627983202822856973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2010/12/alienating-everyone-else-director.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-6780085169381326436</id><published>2010-12-09T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T11:36:32.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE THEREMIN IS A HIGHLY UNDERUTILIZED INSTRUMENT, AND AN UPDATE ON HOW TO LEAD A BANDI can't think of a song that's come up more times on Rhapsody and Pandora more than The Spinto Band's "Oh Mandy."  It's triggered whenever I put a playlist by Ben Folds, Architecture in Helsinki, Belle and Sebastian, and any other group that has given a KCRW employee a boner.I love how broken the vocal is, that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/6780085169381326436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=6780085169381326436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/6780085169381326436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/6780085169381326436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2010/12/theremin-is-highly-underutilized.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-2296579979306409699</id><published>2010-12-08T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T11:20:32.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MASTER CLASSMusicians, heads up.That's right.  The new live Beyonce album ...with a coinciding instrumentals-only album of the same show.Want to feel like a really shitty musician?  Listen to these back-to-back for a couple days.  I did, and boy is my artistic self-esteem at a new low.  It's fucking in-sane how good these players are.  Almost as good as Timberlake's backing group for his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/2296579979306409699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=2296579979306409699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/2296579979306409699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/2296579979306409699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2010/12/master-class-musicians-heads-up.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T77-i2lMG3M/TP_U4HU2HiI/AAAAAAAAANo/5H1DVHCDO8w/s72-c/off.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-1478892372580988000</id><published>2010-12-07T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T15:22:46.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AIMEE MANN XMAS VARIETY SHOW, SOULIVE, AS TALL AS LIONS' FAREWELL, AND HOTEL CAFE 10TH ANNIVERSARY ALL IN ONE WEEKIsn't September to December the best period for live music?  I think the summer live music scene is great, too, but it always feels like a byproduct of a night out to get drunk.  There's a coziness in live shows in the fall and winter that is always nice.Speaking of music, The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/1478892372580988000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=1478892372580988000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/1478892372580988000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/1478892372580988000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2010/12/aimee-mann-xmas-variety-show-soulive-as.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-4271613967325994933</id><published>2010-12-06T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T09:17:53.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HOW DOES IT FEEEEEEL?Tumblr is down.  UH-OH, TIME TO CONSIDER WRIST-CUTTING!Hey, Tumblr users -- maybe with all this time to yourselves, you can, I dunno, say, start putting your own original content together.  And don't give us some douchey vintage-looking digital Polaroid that you got with some lame fucking app on your iPhone (does anyone else agree that there is something ultra-hysterical </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/4271613967325994933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=4271613967325994933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/4271613967325994933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/4271613967325994933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2010/12/how-does-it-feeeeeel-tumblr-is-down.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T77-i2lMG3M/TP0ZpKYukyI/AAAAAAAAANg/pOpWbDM3TCk/s72-c/justsayin.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-4593050607008569550</id><published>2010-12-02T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T12:42:39.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>JULIAN ASSANGE FOUND A NEW FORM OF LIFE IN BOTH RUSSIA AND QATAR!Kind of a crazy news week, huh?----I often take "news breaks" by turning off all the feeds (television, internet, radio, papers).  In recent months I've noticed that the more I'm saturated in noise, the less happy I am.  Silence, in the rare times I have it, is something that I do not take for granted, and I am really happy to just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/4593050607008569550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=4593050607008569550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/4593050607008569550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/4593050607008569550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2010/12/julian-assange-found-new-form-of-life.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-5945828756637910793</id><published>2010-12-01T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T09:48:57.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LACISTHad lunch the other day with The Y, who has a medium-thick Chinese accent.  She's a UCLA grad on an exchange program working with us.  One could say she's assimilated.  Barely.HUGO:  What food do you most miss from back home?THE Y:  Roast dog.HUGO:  Hm. Wait, WHAT?THE Y:  Roast dog.  It's delicious, Hugo!HUGO:  ROAST. DOG. YOU'RE FUCKING SHITTING ME, RIGHT?THE Y:  Yeah, it's street food.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/5945828756637910793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=5945828756637910793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/5945828756637910793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/5945828756637910793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2010/12/lacist-had-lunch-other-day-with-y-who.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-3554201837718282624</id><published>2010-11-30T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T14:23:42.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DEFIANTLY SIMPLEI cannot write a simple song for the life of me.  It is a curse.  I don't have a very good perspective on the supposed infiniteness of C / Am / F / G.  I can't compute that.  It gets really boring to even fathom writing stuff in simple ways.  It's why I favor more unconventional keys, with more unconventional changes, with more unconventional forms and rhythms.  This doesn't make </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/3554201837718282624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=3554201837718282624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/3554201837718282624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/3554201837718282624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2010/11/defiantly-simple-i-cannot-write-simple.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-6981089702527261259</id><published>2010-11-29T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T11:10:56.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LOL OH YEAH THANKSGIVING CHATTIN' (AND SOME WEEZER AT THE END)I never understood it when sitcoms and comedians joked about Thanksgiving dinners being bastions of civil war and newly-voiced resentments.  I had always had a good time at Thanksgiving because my family is pretty laid-back and, frankly, not the type to fan flames on the few times we ever convened.Now I understand.My family </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/6981089702527261259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=6981089702527261259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/6981089702527261259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/6981089702527261259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2010/11/lol-oh-yeah-thanksgiving-chattin-and.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-5136241903607050781</id><published>2010-11-26T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T15:02:19.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>YOU GUYS ON TUMBLR ARE SO GAY (RE: I FEEL YOU, 4CHAN, AND DO WHAT YOU WILL)I swear, you've read one Tumblr, you've read them ALL.  Let's face it, you know the formula, and holy shit is it repeated.It'd be great if everyone on Tumblr were clones of each other in that the content they brought in were, for the most part, original and SOMEWHAT (not entirely!) compelling, but it's almost never the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/5136241903607050781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=5136241903607050781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/5136241903607050781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/5136241903607050781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-guys-on-tumblr-are-so-gay-re-i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-1622557575524362991</id><published>2010-11-25T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T13:56:28.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAPPY THANKSGIVINGSeriously!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/1622557575524362991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=1622557575524362991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/1622557575524362991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/1622557575524362991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-thanksgiving-seriously.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-4309455600789309783</id><published>2010-11-24T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T12:30:06.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PARTYCelebrate.  Beyond Thanksgiving.  IT'S A HOLIDAY WEEKEND, GUYYTHHH!!!----Who wants to see Hugo pwn a colleague?#PWN4G3Re: Occasionally reminding The Jay that his real name is Jose when his six-figure salary comes into conversation; typically when I make fun of it/him.  #ILIKETALKINGREAL#IALSOLIKEHASHTAGS----COME BACK TOMORROW, WHEN I GET SAPPY AND SHIT AND REFLECT ON THINGS THAT I'M THANKFUL</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/4309455600789309783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=4309455600789309783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/4309455600789309783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/4309455600789309783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2010/11/party-celebrate.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T77-i2lMG3M/TO10GwH_osI/AAAAAAAAANY/hLW6d2rwTl8/s72-c/IMNOTTHEITGUYALRIGHTFUCK.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-1210989488147760043</id><published>2010-11-23T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T11:17:27.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE NEW KANYE ALBUMKanye West is exceptionally talented.  Not exclusively because of his rhymes, or his tenacity with media, or his off-stage persona, or his high-end girlfriends, or because of all the other external and stupid shit that people usually pay attention to, like him being a total dickbag to that hot blonde with the great ass who sings about princesses and shit.He's talented because </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/1210989488147760043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=1210989488147760043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/1210989488147760043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/1210989488147760043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2010/11/new-kanye-album-kanye-west-is.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-2459416203857792349</id><published>2010-11-22T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T12:28:08.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>...OPPOSITE SEX, CHECKSomething's missing.  And I think.It.May.Be....GABBO!!!----This year started really shitty, and now it's ending on beautifully high notes.  I know it's really fucking gay to measure your life in years, but this is the first time I've seen polar results from the way a year starts to the way it ends.  It's almost like a movie!  Except I'm way hotter than Clooney.I'd like to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/2459416203857792349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=2459416203857792349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/2459416203857792349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/2459416203857792349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-294386229332442178</id><published>2010-11-19T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T14:41:00.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FIRST MARCHING BAND COMPETITION TO ATTEND SINCE HIGH SCHOOL WILL LIKELY BE SUSPENDED DUE TO RAINNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!...WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!?!?!?!?!!!----Shoot went fine.  Decided to bring a baby into a video testimonial.  Bad idea. Really bad idea.----ON THE REALS THO, LIKE, REAL TALK, HOW DID FULL HOUSE DO IT?!!?? HOW!??! WITH BABY MICHELLE AND EVERYTHING?!!?! WHAT THE FUCK!??!?!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/294386229332442178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=294386229332442178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/294386229332442178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/294386229332442178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2010/11/first-marching-band-competition-to.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-5494591804794751676</id><published>2010-11-18T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T14:20:42.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THIS IS HOW WE DO ITStep Brothers is both a highly overrated and highly underrated film.  Is this how gays feel before they recognize that they're a gay? Confused.----Hi, my name is Hugo, and I wear a lot of hats.Tomorrow: Directing video testimonials for scripts I wrote, with a cast I hired, being placed in online campaigns that I'm coordinating, for a brand that I started some months back.I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/5494591804794751676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=5494591804794751676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/5494591804794751676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/5494591804794751676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2010/11/this-is-how-we-do-it-step-brothers-is.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-7250256224830619336</id><published>2010-11-17T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T11:24:55.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I LITERALLY JUST GOT THIS PHONE CALL LIKE 5 MINUTES AGOToday's one of those days that Google ads are performing like a badass mothafucker, thus our phones and chat systems are blowing up, so I volunteer myself to take calls to ease the overflow.*RING-RING*HUGO: Thanks for calling [company name], this is Hugo speaking. How can I help you today?GUY: Hi. I need to run my latest financial background </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/7250256224830619336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=7250256224830619336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/7250256224830619336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/7250256224830619336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-literally-just-got-this-phone-call.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-5773476712952657140</id><published>2010-11-16T12:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T12:50:38.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BEATLES DERP A DERP A HERP A DERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRThe free Girl Talk album is like candy for the brain. Just a relentless, constant barrage of pop music references at the speed of the internet. It almost sounds like the internet, as much as it feels like it.Greg whatshisface--the man behind Girl Talk--operates on a level that is baffling in terms of production. He was in some copyright documentary a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/5773476712952657140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=5773476712952657140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/5773476712952657140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/5773476712952657140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2010/11/beatles-derp-derp-herp.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-2169098455061903849</id><published>2010-11-15T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T15:56:13.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>IF IT'S GOT A GOOD BEATLES STORY, YOU KNOW IT'S A GREAT ROCK DOC...and, goodness, does Who Is Harry Nilsson (And Why Is Everybody Talkin' About Him?) have a few.  I've gotten his discography since watching it two weeks ago.  His melodies are fucking insane. I wish I could have discovered Nilsson in high school.----Missed Circa Survive a little less than two weeks ago, so I've loaded them up in my</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/2169098455061903849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=2169098455061903849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/2169098455061903849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/2169098455061903849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2010/11/if-its-got-good-beatles-story-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-7394412475341456005</id><published>2010-11-12T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T11:35:11.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>U2'S THE EDGE, JACK WHITE, AND GUITAR PHILOSOPHYRock documentary It Might Get Loud profiles the inspirations and guitar techniques of Jack White, Jimmy Page, and The Edge.  The set-up is fairly simple: Get three guitarists from completely different musical backgrounds to talk about their sonic personalities.While Jimmy Page is hands-over-fist synonymous to classic rock guitar and, generally, what</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/7394412475341456005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=7394412475341456005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/7394412475341456005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/7394412475341456005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2010/11/u2s-edge-jack-white-and-guitar.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-4834424655688733377</id><published>2010-11-11T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T10:57:11.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'M GOING TO LOSE IT TODAYI'm getting a major honor today, and I don't quite know how to respond to it, or talk about it.  The mere mention of it kinda blows my mind away.  I'm putting this here for my own posterity, and I really apologize for leaving all of you in the dark about it.It was all because of a floating "e."  A stupid nudge from a mouse upon graphic editing sometime in April changed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/4834424655688733377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=4834424655688733377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/4834424655688733377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/4834424655688733377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-going-to-lose-it-today-im-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-6065804189986226893</id><published>2010-11-10T12:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T14:09:29.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WHEN BEING NICE BACKFIRES, AND OTHER CORPORATE MUMBO JUMBOI was writing this post before I was pulled into a ridiculously WASP-y and ultra-corporate meeting.  More on that after the garbage you're about to read.----The websites we built at work are thriving, almost too fast, to the point where we're planning to move offices very soon.  In that, we need super mega dope ass software to take care of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/6065804189986226893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=6065804189986226893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/6065804189986226893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/6065804189986226893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2010/11/when-being-nice-backfires-and-other.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-656959854027012064</id><published>2010-11-09T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T13:50:32.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>POST-KHONANIRemember when we used to watch Mad Men and everyone would be all, like, "What's Mad Men?" and at no point of mentioning it were we perceived as pretentious bandwagon fans of a now-somewhat glorified/high-end soap opera?That's what I think when Draper and friends are ever referenced outside of their universe.  Stop escaping the universe, Men.  It's ruining the magic.----Weezer's album </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/656959854027012064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=656959854027012064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/656959854027012064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/656959854027012064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2010/11/post-khonani-remember-when-we-used-to.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-5914807548253040818</id><published>2010-11-08T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T14:08:34.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>#IMSTILLWITHCOCO...but my unscientific speculation and gut says the shimmer won't last long.  Here's hoping to the survival of stupid gags and other funny Coco business.  Either way, what a case study.----I got a Wii this wiikend.  DID YOU SEE WHAT I DID THERE?  It's red, and it looks like a candy bar.  However, it is not edible and it plays video games.It was also a very calculated, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/5914807548253040818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=5914807548253040818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/5914807548253040818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/5914807548253040818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2010/11/imstillwithcoco.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-3622194623964066022</id><published>2010-11-05T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T10:37:53.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RELATIONSNeo-soul music has had a tremendous impact in my musical phrasing and I owe everything to the genre for exposing me to the smartest, most crafty songwriting on any scene today.  In earlier years, I had dreamed of this magical place where jazz phrasing and pop melodies and funk chords and hip-hop grooves and rock guitars existed, not knowing this orgy of craziness had been in existence in</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/3622194623964066022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=3622194623964066022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/3622194623964066022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/3622194623964066022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2010/11/relations-neo-soul-music-has-had.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-4665457861309796444</id><published>2010-11-04T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T12:58:08.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RE: MY BAND, OTHER MUSIC THAT I'M MAKING THAT I DARE NOT SPEAK ABOUT HERE, EVERYTHING IN BETWEEN THAT, MY ART IN GENERALMark Zuckerberg, CEO of Facebook, responds to The Social Network. 0:50-end:That just confirmed this (obviously inspired by the film.)Yes.  A lot of people wake up every day because they want to make something good.  For a lot of us "makers," it simply ends there.I like this guy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/4665457861309796444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=4665457861309796444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/4665457861309796444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/4665457861309796444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2010/11/re-my-band-other-music-that-im-making.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-7017534237141968506</id><published>2010-11-03T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T12:59:42.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DON'T BE A MAJOR DICKBAG; JUST BE YOURSELF, ALRIGHT? FUCKIf you use the term "guilty pleasure," then you're probably a major dickbag.  Who cares what anyone thinks of your tastes?  Just enjoy it, man.  Crank that Celine Dion.  Watch Carpool as much as I have.  Admit to genuinely loving to watch curling, and in a non-ironic way.  Stop trying to justify why you read Twilight.  Eat McDonald's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/7017534237141968506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=7017534237141968506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/7017534237141968506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/7017534237141968506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2010/11/dont-be-major-dickbag-just-be-yourself.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-2169247973789874473</id><published>2010-11-02T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T12:30:37.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WHY ARCADE FIRE MAKES ME FEEL LIKE I CAN BOTH DO EVERYTHING AND NOTHINGThe first time I paid attention to an Arcade Fire song was at a U2 show a few years back.  The lights were dim before the show, and they became more dim as "Wake Up" started crescendoing the P.A.  I'd never heard it before.  It got everyone to a feverish roar.  It was insane.  And it made sense.  Like all of U2's hits, "Wake </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/2169247973789874473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=2169247973789874473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/2169247973789874473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/2169247973789874473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2010/11/why-arcade-fire-makes-me-feel-like-i.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-7382040080058237228</id><published>2010-11-01T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T10:36:57.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BEST WAY TO START THE WEEKTalked to a former journalist colleague this morning.  Said Jamiroquai are slated for a "massive comeback" to the states in 2011.  If she's right (and she usually is) I will flip my shit.Flip.  My.  Shit....almost as much as I flipped my shit last night when I was at the Phantom of the Opera's farewell show and this happened (Greenwich Village gay guy wet dream).  I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/7382040080058237228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=7382040080058237228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/7382040080058237228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/7382040080058237228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2010/11/best-way-to-start-week-talked-to-former.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-1864585343186444225</id><published>2010-10-29T08:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T09:12:17.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WOMP WOMPThe Corinne show last night was a bust.  I guess it was just a matter of time before something went wrong en route to one of the billions of shows The Woman and I go to.  Some guy on the freeway told me my tail lights were out, and my brakes were acting buggy, so I had to exit to the Denny's off the 101 before Union Station (yeah, THAT Denny's) and it was there that I hit one of those </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/1864585343186444225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=1864585343186444225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/1864585343186444225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/1864585343186444225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2010/10/womp-womp-corinne-show-last-night-was.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-4591371334877681224</id><published>2010-10-28T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T10:03:28.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LAST NIGHT (LAST NIGHT) TURNED TO DAYLIGHT, AND A MINUTE BECAME A DAYIt's nearly November already.  Fuck, man.  FUCK.----Tonight is Corinne Bailey Rae at the Avalon, and in a couple nights, Janelle Monae at the Palladium.Too much beautiful blackness for me to handle.  Add Ledisi next week and, frankly, I'm checked out of my own skin color.  For this, I am proud.  Prince better release more </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/4591371334877681224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=4591371334877681224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/4591371334877681224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/4591371334877681224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2010/10/last-night-last-night-turned-to.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-5080956071552892678</id><published>2010-10-27T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T09:08:18.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MOMS!A few years ago, my mom bought me a striped where's-Waldo-esque sweater just because she saw John Mayer wear it on Letterman.  I never wore it because it was ugly but that's the first thing I think about whenever someone mentions John Mayer.  So, yeah, my mom is more dope than his music, even though I like his music a lot.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/5080956071552892678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=5080956071552892678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/5080956071552892678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/5080956071552892678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2010/10/moms-few-years-ago-my-mom-bought-me.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-5426928047108082722</id><published>2010-10-26T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T11:31:40.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>POSTING SOMETHING TODAY WILL BE NEARLY IMPOSSIBLESo I leave you with Soulive's take on "Eleanor Rigby" into "I Want You (She's So Heavy)" from their latest LP made of Beatles covers.I cannot wait to see them in December.  Peace!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/5426928047108082722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=5426928047108082722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/5426928047108082722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/5426928047108082722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2010/10/posting-something-today-will-be-nearly.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-9157304272544962654</id><published>2010-10-25T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T11:26:36.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RENTING A HOUSE FOR COACHIZZIEIt was last week.HUGO: Hi, I'm looking to rent a house with a few people for April 15-18.NICE LADY: Oh, that's great. Have you seen our pictures online?HUGO: Yes. Spacious. I want!NICE LADY: Wonderful! How does $[trombone sound] for the weekend sound?HUGO: [keeping my cool despite the ridiculous low rate] Absolutely.NICE LADY: Well I'll take your name down and hold </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/9157304272544962654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=9157304272544962654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/9157304272544962654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/9157304272544962654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2010/10/renting-house-for-coachizzie-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-8131216772498303301</id><published>2010-10-22T08:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T09:41:05.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'VE GAINED, LIKE, 5 POUNDS IN THE LAST WEEK...THANKS A LOT, NEWFOUND BAGEL ADDICTION.----I want Sesame Street to have a few of its characters just chatting it up about numbers and shapes, and then Grover looks right at the camera and says, "What are YOUR political frustrations?" And then Grover just stares, pretending to listen in on the kids shouting at their television screens. Little would </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/8131216772498303301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=8131216772498303301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/8131216772498303301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/8131216772498303301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2010/10/ive-gained-like-5-pounds-in-last-week.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-4827020651338178093</id><published>2010-10-21T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T14:15:33.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ZERO 7I forgot how amazing--and I mean that in the literal sense of the word--Zero 7's Simple Things album is. It has to have been at least three years since I've even thought of this album.  Came on the playlist this morning after I was doing some gnarly push-ups, brah.Sometimes a song is so delicious that it feels like you can literally chew it. It's a weird sensation I get from songs that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/4827020651338178093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=4827020651338178093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/4827020651338178093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/4827020651338178093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2010/10/zero-7-i-forgot-how-amazing-and-i-mean.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-6720748654619878843</id><published>2010-10-20T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T12:04:16.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>REDMy co-workers think I'm weird.  We have this live Google doc that's displayed around the office showing how our websites are doing in sales, and I've commissioned the change to inverse the colors green and red.  This time, green is bad.  Red is good.  Red seems to always get everyone's attention, so I figured we could flip it and work off the attention that red gets.My co-workers think I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/6720748654619878843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=6720748654619878843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/6720748654619878843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/6720748654619878843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2010/10/red-my-co-workers-think-im-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T77-i2lMG3M/TL84p5PCg2I/AAAAAAAAANI/Usfqlzaq9nk/s72-c/cocococococo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-1368610008614906907</id><published>2010-10-19T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T09:24:20.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TRIGGERSUp until last night, I hadn't had a conversation about triggers in a long while.  Triggers, essentially, are plastic surgery for drum sounds.  You hit a drum, the sound goes into a receiver, the receiver sends the signal into a module, and the module outputs the most pristine and most perfectly-tuned pre-produced sample of the ideal drum.  It happens in nanoseconds.Triggers are super </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/1368610008614906907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=1368610008614906907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/1368610008614906907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/1368610008614906907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2010/10/triggers-up-until-last-night-i-hadnt.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-3318357018155866790</id><published>2010-10-18T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T10:04:31.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BLAME IT ON MY YOUTHJonsi last night was spectacular.I'm not big on pyrotechnics or props or any other stupid shit that often compensates for the lack of musical talent in live shows, but Jonsi's production for this tour was a real success in that the stage was catering to his music, and not the other way around. Do not miss this.----Robert Glasper is a jazz pianist who's played with every </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/3318357018155866790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=3318357018155866790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/3318357018155866790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/3318357018155866790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2010/10/blame-it-on-my-youth-jonsi-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-7907189051274124277</id><published>2010-10-15T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T10:51:01.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ON THAT NOTEI think it's also weird that there's no more illusion to entertainment. Because of Twitter and every other variation of mobile publishing, entertainers have let us in to their world, their backstages, their trailers, and we really don't seem to care that seeing "the process" might ruin the magic. It's as if we look forward to having our beliefs not-as-suspended as before. We shouldn't</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/7907189051274124277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=7907189051274124277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/7907189051274124277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/7907189051274124277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2010/10/on-that-note-i-think-its-also-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-5294091767429785612</id><published>2010-10-14T10:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T10:39:04.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>STUPID SHIT AND THEN SOME STUFFYou don't really hear much about the slow death of canned laughter/live audience-accompanied sitcoms anymore. After all, it is an archaic way of swaying television audiences to react however producers want you to. These days, it seems we don't like to be told how to feel anymore, and the credit probably should go to the internet for giving us the ability to decide </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/5294091767429785612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=5294091767429785612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/5294091767429785612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/5294091767429785612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2010/10/stupid-shit-and-then-some-stuff-you.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-1613271079140358124</id><published>2010-10-13T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T14:16:26.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THIS IS WHY I SELDOM WRITE ABOUT MY PERSONAL LIFEI hate seeing shit like this on my website referrals list.  Really creeps me out. 99% of the time I know how much to put out there, which is why I (much to your possible disbelief) don't really talk about the other major facets of my life (other music, other family, other friends, other events, other shit, other other) on my blog. The other 1% of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/1613271079140358124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=1613271079140358124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/1613271079140358124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/1613271079140358124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2010/10/this-is-why-i-seldom-write-about-my.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T77-i2lMG3M/TLXbxKtV-3I/AAAAAAAAANA/XYOUkzm08tU/s72-c/wtf.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-8174655907034238954</id><published>2010-10-12T08:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T08:41:50.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BEN FOLDS FANS ARE ASSHOLESA lot of them are. I've met tons of them throughout the years, in a mutual quest to find people with whom to share some musical common ground. After all, Folds' music is, in its exterior, pussy music for guys who couldn't break into the punk scene, and that isn't really appealing to most brosefs in high school. Anyway, a lot of his fans are really passionate--more than </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/8174655907034238954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=8174655907034238954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/8174655907034238954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/8174655907034238954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2010/10/ben-folds-fans-are-assholes-lot-of-them.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-1785235820471114139</id><published>2010-10-11T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T11:32:39.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>IT'S A LITTLE BIT FUNNYJonsi's set at Coachella is the reason my current band exists. Everything about Jonsi's sound is the reason my band has its sound. Yes, we ripped it off, and then some. I don't care, that's just the way it works sometimes, and I can sleep well at night knowing I only stole a general aesthetic, as opposed to actual music. Anyway, the Monday following the festival, I wrote </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/1785235820471114139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=1785235820471114139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/1785235820471114139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/1785235820471114139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-little-bit-funny-jonsis-set-at.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-7242082423815605609</id><published>2010-10-08T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T13:21:26.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE NEW DEERHUNTER ALBUM IS KILLERCan't stop listening to it. I usually don't have "fixes" on new albums, but this one, yes, absolutely.In 5432...SPAGHETTI TACOS!!!THAT'S ALL, FOLKS!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/7242082423815605609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=7242082423815605609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/7242082423815605609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/7242082423815605609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2010/10/new-deerhunter-album-is-killer-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-7929398181334982017</id><published>2010-10-07T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T14:17:01.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I, HOWEVER, DO NOT WANT WANT TO DESTROY YOUR SWEATERIt's gotten to the point where posting here has to come between a coffee run and a trillion other tasks.  I can't blog at home because, frankly, I'm only home to sleep and shower. I want this blog to continue. Like, I want it to be witness to my big ass wedding (should that come). I want it to be witness to the birth of my children (should that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/7929398181334982017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=7929398181334982017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/7929398181334982017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/7929398181334982017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-however-do-not-want-want-to-destroy.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-343752623786931120</id><published>2010-10-06T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T10:31:15.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS 'MAKING IT'There is no such thing as "making it."  If you care deeply about what you do, you'll never arrive.  That's kind of the point.----Whatever happened to doing something for the sake of just doing it?----The Social Network was fun, for fun's sake.  It was kinda weird to see The ____'s ex-boyfriend dramatized on film by a dorky actor and made to look like an idiot.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/343752623786931120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=343752623786931120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/343752623786931120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/343752623786931120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2010/10/there-is-no-such-thing-as-making-it.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-7919926329830704576</id><published>2010-10-05T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T09:51:11.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HOLY BALLSOur singer sent the final version of the first song on our EP!!! ab;oeinba;oweiha;ofeij~!blahah!I am floored.  I couldn't care less if this hype doesn't follow through with your expectations only because there is finally, after years and years of bullshit, a product.  A product I am very proud of.  A piece of art that has finally gone from conception to actual completion, ready for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/7919926329830704576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=7919926329830704576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/7919926329830704576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/7919926329830704576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2010/10/holy-balls-our-singer-sent-final.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640593.post-1677406923250129665</id><published>2010-10-04T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T10:07:59.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I LOL'D, AND THEN LOL'D AND LOL'D MOREI said earlier this year that I would put all my artistic efforts into my tiny little indie band and that I wouldn't play for anyone else for reasons of focus.  It hurt to say no to a lot of gigs this year, but there was an exception that started with a phone call last week:GUY: You free on Saturday?HUGO: No, why?GUY:  I want you to sit in on a group.  Just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/feeds/1677406923250129665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640593&amp;postID=1677406923250129665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/1677406923250129665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640593/posts/default/1677406923250129665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hugostop.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-lold-and-then-lold-and-lold-more-i.html' title=''/><author><name>In brief...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
