Friday, December 1

Desperate Plea (not really)

Just emailed Guster, begging them to come to Pittsburgh and do a show, since they were forced to cancel the one they were supposed to do over the summer. Now, normally I don't do that kind of stuff...but I love Guster enough to harass them. Yeah, it's a paradox.

Anxious to see if I get anything back from them. They're known for being really responsive and interactive with their fans, which is one of the reasons (aside from their awesome music) that I love them so.

Now, enough distractions. Back to editing. I'm hoping to finish this pass by Christmas, and in order to do that, I need to buckle the hell down.

So...time to buckle.


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