Magnetico = Magico

Current mood: enthralled

I guess this is what the whole Taking Over the World plan is all about. Ana, Angel, Rich and I met Julia and The Boy (Chris) at the Roxy in Hollywood last night to watch the best band in the world spin a little of their magical web. When Rafa plays his guitar, he looks like he's transported, almost autistic in his brilliance. He has this sweet angel face, and a humble demeanor, then he starts to play and pulls you into the wild vortex of sound that he creates. Rafael Moreira is amazing, and he said that I'm amazing! He is always so sweet, like he's flattered that I think he's worth driving from San Diego for, while I'm flattered that he's so nice to me when there must be tons of people who are so impressed with him. And then of course, there's the Brazilian factor: The way he looks in my eyes like I'm the most fascinating person he's ever talked to. Wow, I sound like the biggest 12 year old groupie. I'm gushing. What? I am what I am. And Magnetico is magic, incredible, almost hallucinatory.

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