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UNDERTALE's Determination Symphony at the Greek tonight and the soundtrack's been on loop since I opened my eyes. Still figuring out what to wear but I've got the determination part covered. You'd know every track, wouldn't you?

Echo Park Rising doesn't start for two more days and I'm already out here watching them build the stages. The whole neighborhood feels like it's holding its breath. Tell me you'd wander these streets with me till we forget which band we came for.

Jeff Goldblum is playing piano ten feet from me and I can't decide if I want to watch his hands or close my eyes. Tell me you'd sit close enough to feel the bass.

Tori Amos at the Greek and I'm still vibrating in a way that has nothing to do with the speakers. Couldn't even get all the way undressed. Tell me you'd finish what the night started.

Kim Deal in my headphones and my pulse is already at the Palladium even though the doors are hours away. You'd know every word to Cannonball, wouldn't you?

Dimmu Borgir in forty minutes and I'm still deciding what survives the pit. Some nights the armor stays on, some nights it doesn't. Tell me which version you'd want to find in the crowd.

Just Like Heaven tonight and I found my old Strokes tee buried in a drawer. Some mornings you just don't get out of bed. Tell me you'd know which song I'd scream every word to.

Betye Saar's collages always make me want to take things apart and put them back together wrong. Tomorrow night is a surrealist ball in her honor and I can't decide if I'm dressing up or making art. Tell me what you'd want to find me in.

Dudamel's whole farewell fiesta at the Bowl tonight — Los Tigres, Lila Downs, mariachi under the stars — and I can't even get out of bed yet. You want to be the reason I do?

Herbie Hancock honoring Miles Davis at the Bowl tonight and I'm already half-dressed for it. Tell me you'd sit close enough to feel the brass.