October 2004
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October 19, 2004
On a three-block strip of Market Street, peeking around the Spanish moss-laden trees, are a handful of funky small shops run out of old houses. On the corner of Market and 23rd, behind a high garden wall, is a sprawling bonsai garden. About the only way you would know it’s there is a small sidewalk…
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October 18th, 2004.
Arriving back in the clutches of Georgia and Kat – being welcomed into a house full of scintillating candle light and flickering fire and something really nice that I can’t QUITE place coming through the stereo. Georgia is swiffering. She says there’s no better music for swiffering, and she sweeps by with swiffer and socks,…
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October 17th, 2004.
The Soap Box scarecrow. The owner’s wife, Val, was completing him as he rolled out – those circles in his mouth are bubble blowy things, and thank GOD she trimmed his facial hair, because the soap suds were getting caught in his beard and making him look like a rabid homeless nature clown. C’est moi…
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October 16th, 2004.
Whenever we were looking for gigs in Wilmington, people kept saying “you know, the Soapbox doesn’t pay that much, but, you’d do really well there.” Well, I try not to ever go into financial specifics in our Journal, but I think they paid us just fine, and we DID do pretty well there. Despite a…
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October 14th, 2004.
“And here are the MOUNTAIN GOATS!!” “Looks like only one goat though…” That was my introduction to the music of John Darnielle almost ten years ago – on a mix cassette made for me by Will Schaff the first sentance being the MC’s announcement, and the second the offhand comment by Will into the tape…
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October 12th, 2004.
Thanks to Chris of the Chris and Joylene show for this to back up my Nader paranoia… Aaaand, thanks to Heather for getting this particular piece of press – and thanks to Shea Carver for being so damned flattering…
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October 11th, 2004.
Last night Deanne took us out to an open mic she’d been frequenting (she’s really been picking up guitar – singing and playing since we last saw her) at the Reel Cafe. Now, we can hear this place from the end of the block – open air, loud bar. Straining through the Wilmington air, a…
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October 10th, 2004.
Oh my God – we’re in Greenville, NC, and cigarettes are cheaper than gas. We’re driving, and we’re passing pumpkin patches. Last night we played the … let me get this right… North Carolina Women’s JamFest and met Someone’s Sister. You know – just Someone’s Sister? Everyone’s sister. We ended up crashing with Chris and Georgia and…
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October 8th, 2004.
Happy Heather at Pittsburgh University. Rowan grabbed my camera and actually captured Heather … GRINNING!!! Was it just last night? We played Steve Key’s birthday party – 47 singer/songwriters for 47 years. A billion chocolate cupcakes and a fantastic giant German chocolate hoho. More a bouche de noel with a bit of coconut icing on…
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October 5th, 2004.
So, there’s a story about this. I call them lobster crickets, and I hate them. They are like horrible crustaceans on spiky legs, and they jump with no discernable intelligence, just a horrific, frenzied energy that projects them in random directions at the slightest provocation. Now, these little bastards have Lived almost everywhere that I have…