March 2004
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March 27th, 2004.
The high-schoolers have come. Yes, we were fairly warned, but they came like locusts, decending upon the Lloydholme like a plague. There is techno pounding through the floor, with occassionally varied thumping. Cell phones are ringing and girls are screaming and boys are screaming and there is much, much, chocolate. And this is beyond the…
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March 26th, 2004.
Expect typos, I’ve grown far too used to my own computer, and typing on any other machine is pretty alien to me. My pricey, custom-built Alienware 51m has failed me after only 7 months of use. A pretty complete death – by the time I was packing it off to Florida, it wasn’t even powering…
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March 11th, 2005.
The radio show on WRNR, 103.1 FM went surprisingly smoothly. Despite trying to fit us, Eighty1South, Ward Morgan and the Johnny B Band all into one 20 minute slot (and later into one elevator), we executed the whole thing with machine-like well-oiled precision. I even performed LooseN standing on one leg so’s as to get the mic…
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March 10th, 2004.
Another night playing with Ember Swift. It’s amazing how repetition breeds comfort– and tonight it was smiles and familiar faces. A decidedly tragic turn-out, but the Gravity Lounge itself was such a cool room that I hardly had time to take notice. Part book store, part high-end feeding trough, part really nice music venue. It…
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March 9th, 2004.
Just a quick note about staying with Damian, my old office-mate from Glovia. Here is one of those people who frequently mentions “Sometimes I wish I could be doing what YOU’RE doing” – he is a contradiction, in a way – one of my most “grown-up” peers. Perhaps a sign of where I’m SUPPOSED to…
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March 8th, 2004.
The sun is taking long, flaming limbs, and is stretching them through the cloud barrier of Chantilly, Virginia. It is largely unsuccessful. I was a fool, a fool in socks, who began the run down the driveway before looking outside, before looking up at the sky, and realizing that, yes, plus or minus 70 degree…
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March 7th, 2004.
The last week has been really encouraging. There has been beautiful weather, and really good audiences, and even good CD sales. There have been llamas and kisses and kindness and art. All in all, a fantastic week. A week that makes me think (hope) that pretty soon, maybe we won’t merely be surviving, but we’ll…
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March 5th, 2004.
I think I want to try to make sure I photograph our audiences from now on… this way I can keep track who comes to which shows, and reward (or punish) you accordingly. the Fantabulous College Perk audience. Anywho – last night I felt just… so close to the room. There were a bunch of…
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March 3rd, 2004.
We spent the night with our keyboardist Keola last night, and it was everything I wanted it to be – I was looking forward to a fun and kind of silly night with some friends that I hadn’t spent much time with – and the only thing that ruined it was me. We passed this…
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March 2nd, 2004.
Rocket won’t leave my legs alone. Rocket is my parents’ cat – and she makes absurd sounds. I have a purring, chirping, hopeful, Loving little black cat butting up against my legs as I wander the house, searching for a wireless signal. It seems strange that WiFi has become so common that even my parents’…