toothpickmoe

After all my self-professed musical ineptitude I found myself at the Troubadour on Santa Monica Blvd. last night with my brother. Since he's leaving tomorrow he guilted me into going to see Stars, a group I had never heard of (no shock there). We made friends in line, at the bar, and while he had a smoke. Together we are an unstoppable force.

Oh, and I actually liked the band. They had great energy and a cute as hell singer/guitarist. So what does that make me? Emo? A scenester? I don't even know what "genre" they are, other than pop. And I certainly didn't have enough carefully mussed hair to be there.