2003
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November 26th, 2003.
Approaching Boulder today in the dark was like mirrored stars climbing the sky. There were rivers of light that fountained up from the horizon, and it take a moment for our perspective to shift and realize that we were seeing towns on the face of the mountains. A beautiful drive tonight – lost on the…
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November 24th, 2003.
Jennie has caught microbes. Virus beasts and germ laden sneezes are hovering just out of vision, surrounding us at every turn. We’re taking care of her, and avoiding sickness ourselves, with doses of vitamins and sleep. At least sunshine is now in abundance. For a few days it was grey and downy, like the inside…
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November 22nd, 2003.
Sloth Day doth continue. Snow has dropped on us from over the mountains, and we had many big plans, but a lot of them involved driving around. It’s beautiful! IN the meantime, of course, we really DO have to get out and brave the weather, as we need to get new CDs to CDBaby.com –…
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November 21st, 2003.
Today is Sloth Day. The last week has been full of stress and agony and emotional insanity, and so today was declared Sloth Day. First, we ran about finding food and snacks and “munchies and crunchies”, movies and pomegranates. Then… then we made a clever strategic decision to burn some popcorn. We needed to burn…
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November 20th, 2003.
Erf. Another sort of nothing night. Playing to five people. The Java Lounge recently placed a cover on their open mic, and saw their attendance drop from the full house they had two weeks ago (and this place is BIG) – to tonight’s turn out: 6 people at it’s height. And the owner’s irked at…
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November 19th, 2003.
Tonight we played the Java Lounge, and I’ve got conflicting emotions upon our return. On the one hand, we saw… well, I think she’s the most spectacular singer/songwriter I’ve ever seen. There were no unneccessary words, nothing missing from the chords. Incredible guitar playing, and a beautiful sounding guitar. Her voice was exquisite, and she…
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November 18th, 2003.
Gosh, I can truly embarass myself some nights. We come, we play, we kick ass. That’s a standard, but sometimes I’m just not funny, and I know that, and sometimes someone gets offended. Last night was awesome. We played at Lucky Joe’s in Fort Collins, and I think we played particularly well – the sound…
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November 16th, 2003.
I hadn’t seen much of America before this trip and didn’t have a real good idea of the progression from state to state. But now, I’m drawing little simple pictorals of the landscape from Pittsburg to Loveland, like a combination timeline and topographical map. Rob thinks they look like illustrations of a skin condition. There is…
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November 15, 2003.
Stayed up till 2am last night (which, with the two hour time difference that we’ve still not adjusted to IS a big deal), and talked to Jennie. Despite girlfriends and partners and distance and time, Jennie continues to be, quite possibly, the person I communicate with best. There’s something in our heads that keeps us…
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November 14, 2003.
The fly has found us. Don’t ask me how it did it. It must have hunted long and hard, but the fly has found us. Yesterday we woke leisurely with our heads and hearts not quite wrapped around the two hour time difference. I mean, really, we sort of raced out here to Colorado, with…