September 2003
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Sept. 13th, 2003.
Whee! Us being all touristy. “After rob goes to bed INDEED!!!” I lie awake for hours, waiting for Heather’s return. The cool weather of fall has arrived, making New York beautiful like Baltimore after a rain. Heather’s a creature of exceeding warmth and I lie huddled under flannel sheets, shivering, waiting for her return. Chocolate…
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Sept. 13, 2003
Being held tenderly by black men. There’s a scraping low five from Jayson as I read that line out loud, a gesture of friendship I’ve never quite gotten the hang of. I remain awkward white boy. Jayson. In high school, I’d begun a slow journey towards attempted bad-assery. By my senior year my hair had…
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Sept 12th, 2003.
New York, NY It’s been sort of busy in New York. Lots of moving the car so we avoid the street cleaners, lots of walking and figuring out the subway and avoiding the really good-smelling food that I want so much. I think when this trip is over, it will somehow have managed to ruin…
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September 7, 2003
Changing tires and packing cars and hauling boxes – I am my father’s daughter, indeed. Spent yesterday walking around the Reading Terminal Market with Shane. This giant indoor bazaar of everything you could possibly want to buy: a jungle plant called Heliconia that looks like a fraggle, fresh fish, books made of grape leaves, all…
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Sept. 7th, 2003.
I’m worried that Heather thinks every open mic we hit will be like the Point, or like … I don’t know. It’s been awesome, being able to scan the web, finding places that look like a lot of fun, and adjusting our schedule to match. Unfortunately, I certainly didn’t count on SO MANY web pages…
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Sept 6th, 2003.
Getting to the spare sucks. Did I mention we got a flat yesterday? Oh, the pain that Philadelphia brings me. It’s insane here. There is a city where they NEED signs that say “Do not park on sidewalk”, and “Wait for Green”. This is a city where, though a man pulled up to tell us…
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Sept. 5, 2003
There was a solid ten minutes during which time I did not know what state I was in: Maryland, Delaware, or Pennsylvania. But when it was finally sorted out, we were in a Villanova college-town bar full of dim lighting and dark woods, windows of etched glass. And I’ve already been dubbed “the organized one”…
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Sept 4th, 2003
Morning comes, Heather snores. I’ve been at it for two hours and my Life is made Hell by SoBig and junk mail. I’m trying to figure out how to cut down on the number of worms arriving in my mailbox (like, about 30 an hour) and in the process have so far fucked up my…
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Sept 3rd, 2003
Wandering wandering wandering – we must’ve walked the whole length of Philly today. Took pictures of the Drexel Dragon to use for the new album cover, and did the artwork for that. Unfortunately, the open mic we were going to hit tonight didn’t technically exist anymore – so the trolley trip and the tonnes o…
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Sept 2nd, 2003
The first night out we played an open mic at The Point in Bryn Mawr. One of the highest calibre open mics I’ve ever been to. Much more laid back music than I was used to – we were like setting off a bomb in an eel tank. You know, except it was students rather…