2004
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October 21st, 2004.
It’s 2am and the cats have given up. For the last 24 hours, perhaps 30, I’ve been sick as a dog (though, to my experience, sick as a cat is perhaps more appropriate, though this might imply more of a mental element) – dripping without warning, feeling cold, and my throat has felt like burning…
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October 20th, 2004.
It’s interesting – Georgia and Kat wanted to know what “our plan” was. Georgia has a very specific game plan involving a CD release, a book, a sampler CD, another Someone’s Sister CD – all working together towards a common goal, raising money for the prevention of child abuse. Our goals, and our plans to accomplish those…
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October 19th, 2004.
This morning there was an evil duck dominatrix in the shower. She may not have looked it on the surface, but every moment I turned away from the faucet, this bastard tweaked the temperature. Either too hot or too cold, if I looked the wrong way, the temperature was sent rocketing in the wrong direction,…
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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…