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Holy crap - somebody else listens to Jonatha Brooke (I’d link directly to the entry in question but her archive pages turn into HTML source code in mozilla for some reason).

I could have sworn I was the only one that listened to Jonatha Brooke. Actually, that’s not true except that it sort of is. I wasn’t familiar with her when she was singing with The Story, but I was fortunate to hear her interviewed when she was promoting Plumb on this local triple A radio station (Adult Album Alternative - sort of light rock, college alternative music for the after college crowd).

That station has since gone to a spanish format - because you know LA doesn’t have enough spanish format stations. I’m sure they probably make more money with that format, but I hate that in a market the size of LA we basically have horrible corporate rock/rap/alternative in the form of KROQ on one end and a few hours of eclectic music on KCRW on the other. One of the things that attracted me to LA was the chance to finally hear some decent radio, and as soon as I got here it all went to pot. It was one of the really, really small things that attracted me to LA, but still.

It’s always kind of weird when you think you know an artist that is kind of obscure and it turns out they really aren’t. A lot of times I’ll hear a Brooke song on a restaurant’s musak station, and it always seems out of place for some reason.

Anyway, as long as I’m signaling out Beth’s site, if you aren’t reading her, you totally should. I’m always amazed at how charming and unselfconscious her entries are. I’ll never be that personal here. I write an innocuous entry about feeling light headed after taking antihistamines and letting my blood sugar drop too low, and before I post it I picture my mother going to talk to some nurse and calling concerned about some imaginary illness she’s given me (don’t laugh, this has happened). In that case i figured screw it, “Spin, Spin, Spin … Wheeee!” is a funny headline. Other times though, I certainly censor myself in a big way, and I’m sure my writing suffers for it.

Sometimes when I’m watching TV, I’ll just bounce around from one random site to another. After doing that for a couple of months now, I can safely say that most journal type writing on the web is pure crap. My site of course is no exception, but hers is in a big way, so go read it before she realizes how brave she’s being and stops.