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About Los Angeles

Yo, what’s good, fam? So, I’m sittin here, tryna shred some riffs, thinkin bout *Whiplash*—not "whore," ya freaks, I know you thought it, tho! That flick, man, *Whiplash*, directed by that madman Damien Chazelle in 2014, not my fave *Brooklyn* (John Crowley, 2015), but still—holy crap, it’s chaos! Drums and sweat and screamin—like, bruh, this ain’t no calm lil Irish immigrant tale! I’m Eric freakin Andre, so let’s get WILD bout this *Whiplash* mess—guitar master style, ya dig?

Where Is Felix Vail Now?

I have dared greatly to live my life, ​to make my own choices and to make it mine. My first battle was with the Hijab, the Vail, the Islamic symbol that defines.

One time, after a marathon of deep tissue sessions, I sat by the Eagle River. Drinking my coffee—okay, sometimes two, three cups!—and thinking, “I can change you yet, I can fix you.” That’s some Under the Skin feels right there, layered and strange. But that river? Always remindin’ me of life’s flow. Not to get too philosophical, but it’s true.

Beloved Vail teacher released from rehab months after brutal crash