September 2003
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September 29th, 2003.
We’re back in Philadelphia, visiting Shane, the ULTIMATE. We’ve landed on his doorstep and he’s hooked us up with everything from directions to the Grape Street Pub to a copy of Earthworm Jim. I’m not sure what demands I’ll make as a full-fledged rock-star someday, but I can’t imagine they’ll include much other than transport…
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September 28th, 2003.
Just met some of the best people on the Trip so far. We met Andrea at an open mic at the Columbus Theatre. An incredible place, old theatre (whenever we talk to ANYONE about it, there are three sentances – 1) OH that’s a great place! 2) That’s really close to here, and 3) You…
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September 27th, 2003.
I seem to spend every waking moment wandering through this house, looking at the scraps of artwork scattered, glued, hung, discarded – on every corner and in every corner. On dresser doors and door knobs, covering lightswitches and cat hair. This morning, getting ready to go get brunch with Mary (Christ, 10am leaves me feeling…
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September 26th, 2003.
Randomly ran into Rose Palanzani tonight at an extremely high-talent open mike in Natick, Massachusetts… however you spell that damned state. Soo tired. Got lost looking for food. Found pizza instead. Heather, in pointing out the bathroom thing, fails to mention the linguistics involved in Will describing #1. “He likes to use the shower as…
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September 25, 2003.
Last night was another of our disappointment moments. The Desert Rain, or wherever we were going last night… two addresses, one from openmikes.com and one from their website. Relatively close together, we couldn’t get a person on the phone, but went on the basis that their website was very very up to date. – Sigh.…
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09.25
I am currently sitting in the living room of the famous Will Schaff. We walked in at 4 a.m. a couple days ago and he emerged through the door, visually everything I expected: six feet tall, lanky but very strong-looking in his torn and beaten-to-hell black jeans and button-down shirt, missing buttons replaced with safety…
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September 24th, 2003.
Will Schaff is just as I remembered. All of the energy – the hyper movement of feet – constant climbing. Heather and Freddie. We reached Rhode Island at 4 in the morning, pulled in next to police officers and weeds (they revealed themselves as flowers in the morning). We’re staying with an old friend from college…
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September 23, 2003.
The CD release was amazing. [HOW ARE THERE NO PICTURES OF THIS?!?!?!?!? – rob 1/2/18] Isabelle (hurricane) left us standing amidst chaos and broken limbs. Houses reduced to twisted lumber, and neighbourhoods left in the dark for days. Nothing new for this summer. I’m sure if you added it up, we’ve had our 40 days…
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September 18, 2003.
5.30 am at a Kinkos. It reminds me of college. Getting sleepy and slowly beginning to make errors that daylight will catch instantly. Heather turned in hours ago. Banners and posters and signs, oh my.
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September 15th, 2003.
Sigh, potential panic. Pulled in at the Gryphon Cafe in Wayne, PA. It’s our last stop before heading home, and it looks like there’s the potential of us having ANOTHER flat tire. It looks similar to the first one – (which was totally, and unequivocably my fault – puddle racing in the Saturn – bad…