I think I’m finally beginning to realize that the Journal has taken the place of having a hobby outside of music. It’s the thing I just sort of fiddle with to pass the time, and I Love it.
Last night, we played College Perk again. God, we need to travel again – my feet are slowly splaying into little pancake appendages for lack of wandering.
Of course, even when we stay in one place, we’re constantly meeting new creatures – last night I met a spectacular singer/songwriter named Shanna. She reminded me of Audrey, in a way – perhaps simply because she had fantasticly long brown hair that fell in ringlets down her back while her long fingers danced elegant finger-picked patterns on her Taylor… or perhaps not. In general, she came across as a generic folk girl, perhaps raised on the oldies with a dash of Suzanne Vega – but when she started playing, she really kept me transfixed with a voice that ALMOST fit into that category, but then kept digging its claws into the walls of that box and climbing up out of it.
All in all, a pretty damned good night – Alfred showed up and played with us, and Dan Zimmerman played some bass with us – and I played some bass for Dan Zimmerman – all the back and forth inspired Brennan to decide our show this Saturday should include some form of musical Twister. He’s making spinners for each of us, so that at the beginning of any given tune, he can say “Heather on… guitar. Rob on… bass. Dan on… Zimmy.” It’ll be pretty awesome. What with Easter break and all, I hope we’ll have enough audience members to spin all the spinners.
btw – random note for AOL users – I finally took a peek at the Journal under the horrific compression algorithms that AOL dial-up uses (in order to acheive “higher speeds” the re-compress all the graphics on their way through their browser) and GOOD LORD it makes the pages look awful. All you AOLies should take a peek at the Journal through Explorer or something instead. You’ll have more respect for me in the morning.
Heather’s in the back yard, kicking out Ryan Adams tunes. I wonder if there is any future of rob and Heather covers – our musical tastes are SO godawful different. There’s a trampoline in the back, tempting me, there are trains passing, noisily… and Heather singing, sultrily. Sigh.
