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Smoosh LiveWe went to hear Smoosh at Chop Suey. I was astounded by the maturity of their music. Didn't sound like something from a 10 and 12-year-old at all. At 12, I was making up (really bad) songs about feeding apples to Dusty, the pony that lived behind our house. |