story time

Dear Reader,

Once upon a time there was a child. She loved music. Raised by Tuvan throat-singers in the hills of Kyrgyz, this child learned to read, write, and tie her shoes. When she was old enough, she enrolled in a money-order-only private school and learned how to play the tuba from an eighty-year-old Armenian gymnast. When the girl was discovered to be a tuba-playing prodigy she was kidnapped by CIA scuba divers, given a sleeping potion and taken to Los Angeles.

Upon reaching Los Angeles the girl awoke to find herself in the middle of a Writing 340 class, within yet another cash-sucking private school. Although she desperately wanted to return to Tuva to play tuba, she decided to stay. Her new professor was going to teach her how to make a blog, and with this flashy internet site she could study music and then tell the whole world about it.

Unfamiliar with Los Angeles, the girl tubist recently decided to write her blog about the new city and the music she discovered within it. The girl is very inquisitive, you see, and wants to know what genres of music are popular in Los Angeles, discover what music is played in what communities, find relationships between venues, genres and concert attendees, observe what music is thriving and what music is dying, and attempt to predict the future of music in Los Angeles.

The girl also expects to comment on subjects such as the social hierarchies within Los Angeles, social constructs and concert attendance, the effects of our slowing economy on Los Angeles musicians, local opinions about the LA music scene, and the future of classical music in LA. Because her Tuvan parents avidly check her blog for updates, look forward to the tuba playing girl’s weekly postings about Los Angeles and its music.

The End.