October 2003
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October 30th, 2003.
What do you put in one’s journal while one’s at home? Appreciation of friends and family, I suppose. Little details about practice n stuff. (Ha, we’re working up a cover of Ministry’s “So What” for our Halloween gig tomorrow. Perhaps I should just expound on my wonder at autumn? An old girlfriend wrote today, reminding…
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October 29th, 2003.
All sorts of homecomings. Home comings to my parents’ house (is it strange that I find all of the familiar mugs on the shelves so comforting), home coming to College Perk (all of my friends are there), home coming to the band (band practice tonight was a LOT of fun)… Home moving – moved ilyaimy.com…
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October 26th, 2003.
At “home” at the Lloyds – I’m planning a trip to Strasburg with friends to go visit Santa Claus and the steam locomotives. Beautiful trains, I’ve done this every Christmas since I was like, four. I’ve got to ask my parents how THEY discovered it. The feeling, telling Adam Day to bring his guitar so…
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October 25, 2003.
“It is always a little too easy to have minority or disabled characters in movies serve as saintlike or magical creatures who teach able white people how to be more authentic. The result is itself inauthentic. It pretends to elevate those who have been marginalized but in reality just uses them as plot devices. And…
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October 24th, 2003.
We’re back at Shane’s for the weekend – we arrived in Philadelphia last night and went out to get about $125 worth of sushi – blowing our budget (but at least it was between five people!) but it was soo nice. I think the only thing I didn’t appreciate about the place was the absolute…
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October 22, 2003.
Heather throwing leaves in Providence, RI. Tonight was an excellent night – last night we’d played the Skellig in Waltham – and the host, Hugh McGowan, invited us to come play his OTHER open mic – the Burren? Or something, tonight – The host himself was fantastic. Amazing music, amazing guitarist, amazing player. An amazing…
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October 21st, 2003.
I’m sitting in the dark. Nothing wrong with it. Just dark. I’ve been dreaming all night. Fever dreams churned out by sleeping on the floor to the tune of an uncontrolled radiator. I don’t remember much. There were three distinct worlds I inhabited last night. The first, I don’t remember at all – I just…
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October 18th, 2003.
The Muse at the Gray Goose is like going to Cheers. Set atop a hill in the middle of a bunch of antique shops, the place looks like Christmas has come early to Londonderry, New Hampshire. That sort of kitschy country comfort like my Grandma Lloyd’s house. You don’t ever imagine it NOT being winter…
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October 14th, 2003.
I forgot to mention. Brennan brought me the words for “While My Guitar Gently Weeps”. I have incredible friends. He made me a card before we set off… Sigh, I should be better with emotions, and specifically, better with saying “thanks”.
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October 14, 2003.
No real luck at Tobacco Road. Gig went well, good sound, and Dan as always, kicks ass. Unfortunately, Keola got the flu and couldn’t make it. But Brennan came up with Dan, and that was excellent. We wandered Times square and got some excellent Thai food (unfortunately, it treated Heather poorly the next day). Also, a…