Yo, it's Schwartz. It's Monday, April 5. Of course, Monday morning, all of my weekend antifractful

realities come hitting me hard. I'm getting calls about your recent dance party, which, by the way,

congrats, 600,000 viewers, 20,000 concurrence.

It's pretty amazing.

I know you think you're a Twitch star now. You're not. You're Andy Frasco.

And here's what you are. You're a musician. First and foremost, all the other great stuff you're doing is other great stuff.

First and foremost, primary Andy Frasco,

Andy Brasco in the UN, musicians make music, songwriters, record, and here's the best part.

Perform. So here's why I'm pissed. I can't even believe this. We have two days rehearsal on the

calendar. Just two days. For the first time ever, you have been kind and gracious

and permitted me to organize rehearsals for your band for the first time. And what do I hear? I hear

you miss the one of two days of rehearsal. And let me rephrase that. You didn't miss. You just got,

you guys just gave me rehearsed. So I'm just reminding you, while you think you're a Twitch star, I know you're a musician. There's nothing more important than playing shows. Period. Right now, your shows. They need to be dynamic. They need to have dynamic set list. It can't be the same. You're not the coops. You're not

the strokes. You're not MGMT. You can't go out there and play an hour set, the same set every night.

You have to show up. I'm fucking, my mind is spinning that you miss rehearsals. Get it together.

Thanks.

Now, a message from the UN. Now it's living in my belly and it's still on fire.

I'm all right to the restroom coming in that two-bligh.

Oh, I got your feet on the ground.

Now it's burning my crown. Oh, oh, oh, oh.

I'm binding down on a towel.

Turtle heads poking out.

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