Liz Pappademas is a good egg. (Get it? See what I did there?)
Not to brag or anything, but I just got off the phone with my new buddyroo, Josh Schwartz, and we were talking about music, and I decided to pay him the compliment of talking at length about myself and all my various feelings about things pertaining to me, and afterward I was reflecting while checking myself out in a mirror and thinking that, as I was explaining to ol' J.S., music used to be such a big part of my life—I mean, I used to play in a band for crissakes—and it just isn't anymore. (Although I do really like the new Rilo Kiley album but I forgot to tell him that.) And part of loving music was loving going to shows. I can't even remember the last show I went to. It was probably the first Woodstock! (I can't remember it which means I was there.) Anyway, this is a long way of saying that you and I should go see Liz Pappademas this weekend because her music is dark and pretty (but not twee or tinkly, lest you get the wrong idea), and I bet her show wouldn't be annoying, if by annoying you mean packed with things that make you think, Yep, this is why I stopped going to shows. She's playing for free at 8pm tomorrow night at Pianos Upstairs Lounge. I'll be the one with fantastic hair talking to and about myself.
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Is is possible to check out a show and talk to and about yourself? If so, that is an amazing talent. Also, are there any mirrors at Pianos upstairs lounge? If so, it could seem like you are talking to someone who looks a lot like you (especially with the great hair). Butter your toast! See the inflection I added, maybe that will add that special little zing.
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