2004
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April 19th, 2004.
From somewhere just North of the Pennsylvania line – I-70, listening to Ellis Paul: It’d be cool to be singer/songwriter owner/operators – musicians who also own a big 18-wheeler. We’d pull our rig into the little coffeehouse, carefully parellel parking – and we’d HAVE to end the gig by 11 cause we’ve got a load…
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April 18th, 2004.
The New Deal festival was… wonderful. The whole day was wonderful. But we’re back “home” in Owings Mills, and my body feels like it’s been beaten by large men with sticks. I’ve spent the whole day being social and friendly and on my feet and in the sun, and I didn’t realize how tired I…
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April 17th, 2004.
I’m getting roadsick. Not, as the word may imply, sick of the road, but rather following the nomenclature of the word “homesick”. Missing the road. Next week we head out again, thank goodness, lest I go stir crazy. I’ve caught my inner-monologue plotting destruction and mischeif, and I’m afraid that those around me don’t really…
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April 12th, 2004.
Sigh. Weird-ass dreams last night. Lobsters… the horrible lobsters in my PANTS!!! I mean, they didn’t have claws, but the Lloyd Lobsters had these bizarre mouth things – they were pretty fucked up. I had a lot of dreams last night… lobsters and this fantastic blonde, but I don’t remember much else. Sigh.
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April 11th, 2004.
The morning after. We played College Perk last night, and I hadn’t looked forward to anything quite like I’d been looking forward to this gig in quite a while. We played with Dan Zimmerman – which is always fun, we played at the College Perk – which is always fun, we played some old tunes…
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April 10th, 2004.
I haven’t looked forward to anything as much as I’ve been looking forward totonight’s show in quite a while. Keola and I have been just sort of jamming around on and off for about two days now, and – it reminds me of being in high school, when I had first discovered bass guitar –…
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April 9th, 2004.
As if rockstars didn’t have enough problems. After updating the website at the College Perk, we came back outside to find Pookie drinking out of our divet. [unfortunately, activities like this eventually led to Pookie’s demise… cute now… apparently someone pulled out onto Route 1 with him on their roof. Sigh. Hindsight. – rob 12/27/17]…
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April 8th, 2004.
We returned to the bar of 70’s decor… we returned to Polly Esther’s. Last night… we went back despite better judgement. Originally, Heather had been planning to go to some poetry slam… being the uncultured wretch that I am, I tend not to enjoy slams (don’t really like the competitive culture that surrounds them) and…
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April 7th, 2004.
Weird-ass store front. I can only hope that this particular window display will change once the Silver Spring Phillip’s actually opens. 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,…
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April 6th, 2004.
We’re out on the road again, if not travelling extensively. I think I’m officially getting sick of being in Maryland, of knowing the streets and highways, and the unpredictable weather. At least we’re off to Ohio in two weeks. Friday night we played with Sarah Pinsker and the Stalking Horses. She is proud of her…