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2004

  • …continued on June 15th, 2004.

    Hrm, Heather was taken back to one car and asked questions while another officer asked me the same questions back at the Saturn. It had felt like I was being cross-examined, and we were, but things must’ve been satisfactory, as we were shortly released with a warning (not even a written one, though) and sent…

  • June 14th, 2004.

    I’m worried about the heat. I’m a pansy when it comes to heat – i.e. I wilt. By Monday morning I’m discouraged and trampled with the knowledge that dreams don’t last forever. We’re coming up on the end of a year – not Lived the way I’d imagined, and not as well travelled as I’d…

  • June 12th, 2004 – Somewhere in West Virginia…

    Somebody in New Kensington attributed the talent in the area to the “Pittsburgh steel city work ethic”. I’d believe it. There’s some amazing musicians out here. Some truly spectacular beasts – and I think most of them are found at either the Aspinwall Grille or (for the singer/songerwriters) the Blind Pig Saloon. Track down Cray.…

  • June 10th, 2004.

    And I’m continued to be reminded of how much I Love my Life. Last night Aspinwall was just so spectacular, being reminded that I have sooo far to go with music – watching people who have been melding together musically for decades. Peter does relaxed well. ze Blind Pig Saloon. Rocking the Blind Pig. Tonight…

  • June 9th, 2004.

    Unrelated. Here’s an alligator. Alllll eeee gaaaay tor. At around 1.30am last night, Heather and I turned in on the third floor of a rickety, disused, Pittsburgh townhouse. There are two tiny single beds and an oscillating fan that moves just enough air to make me jealous of Heather’s skin when it turns it’s attention from…

  • June 6th, 2004.

    So, normally, in Pittsburgh, we’d be staying with our friend Sarah at her apartment, but circumstances have lead us to staying with Sarah at her parents, and we were really worried about that at first. But the parents, though perhaps wary at first, seem to have accepted us just fine. And frankly, we were at…

  • June 6, 2004

    Yesterday I visited my first American bus station, and though I’d never been to one before … it was almost like I had. So much of it was this perfect visual cliche of 1950s linoleum, silver-grouted floors of old elementary schools, mass-produced industrial office furniture, the bland greens and the utilitarian fonts all under the…

  • June 5th, 2004.

    Well the rain’s finally letting up, which is good, because we’re only about two hours out from Pittsburgh, and we’re theoretically playing outside up there. We’ll see, as the skies retain a sullen, grey look to them. It was strange, getting THIS Saturn all loaded up. Heather’s had to revise her vision of how everything…

  • June 4th, 2004.

    Oh my GOD I’m exhausted. Too much work today. Playing catch up with the world. But it’s all worth it, right? Of course it is. Getting art together for my show.

  • June 4, 2004

    So in the cicada theme of seizing the day, I’ve resurrected an ancient idea of mine: to self-publish a chat-book of poetry. I’m finally getting to the point where I have more than ten (dare I say twenty) pieces that I might show people or read in public. I’ve had a cover design and a…