November 2004
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November 27th, 2004.
This year’s Thanksgiving, sooo much better than last year’s Thanksgiving. Though I miss the mountains and the huge skies of Colorado, I certainly don’t miss trying to make do with a Thanksgiving dinner from a family restaurant rather than through a family. Family/friends. Orion tried to occupy any chair possible and was very put out…
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November 24th, 2004.
So, don’t I know the rule by now? If you wake up from a bad dream, you never, ever go back to sleep – because the next dream will be worse. By all means, attempt to return to slumber in the case of interrupted dreams of phantasm Lovers, or hit snooze to avoid your mundane…
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November 24th, 2004.
So tired. The weather is throwing me. The afternoons are looking too much like twilight, and I wake up honestly not knowing whether I am entering the day or leaving it. But hell, I get to wake up in the afternoons, so I suppose I don’t have all that much to complain about. John and…
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November 22nd, 2004.
Deep in the… well… right on the edge of West Virginia. Many a sea chanty and old Irish song were sung. As well as some ilyAIMY tunes of mice, some old ghost locomotive tales, all sorts of good stuff. There was much women gettin their men killed and then committin suicide and falling in Love…
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November 18th, 2004.
I’ve been trying to hide out for a couple of days now. There was originally a plan of “taking November off”… but then there was PLOJ, and a couple of showcases we couldn’t turn down… then there was Firedean’s offer, and the practices inherent in that… and now there is a Funk Box show, and…
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November 14th, 2004.
PLOJ XXX was a success much greater than 29. Good musicians, really very good food. It ended a bit early, but no complaints there, as I truly was ready for a night OFF. We got started right at 6.30 (people were on time!!?) but ended pretty early. Dan Zimmerman playing keyboard and Alex Colvin experimenting…
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November 11th, 2004.
Watching the Matrix. Eating stuffing. Life’s good. Ooh, here’s the sexy bit. Heather and I wondered around Georgetown in DC before Wednesday night’s Firedean practice. We wandered the canals and window-shopped and searched for parking. Heather peeking through some art (?) in Georgetown. Georgetown canals. This was written to me a couple of nights ago:…
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November 10th, 2004.
Playing with the great Firedean today got my ego back in check. I was mortified to run across something that was SO hard, with rhythms and chords that I just wasn’t familiar with. Heather and I retreated from Washington, DC, each in our own separate worlds, but with mine mostly focused on a feeling of…
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November 3rd, 2004.
Election Day has come and gone, but what a misnomer. I wonder if Election Day will ever again mean “the day on which you fucking KNOW who the new president will be”. All in all, I’m amazed at just how tight the race is – and wonder how we can be so firecely divided. I…