2004
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September 15th, 2004.
Dreams and wheezes. Go see the movie of “Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix” that I dreamed in my head last night. Go see Resident Evil 2, which was NOT in my head – despite the fact that the choice for jarring blaxploitation humour was entirely unneccessary and the choice to hide from…
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September 15th, 2004.
We won the Takoma Park Folk Festival, which I have to admit I am still giddy about. The win was really secondary to how good I felt based on the response of the people at the festival. We sold a bunch of CDs, and it seemed that every person walking up to us expressed genuinely their…
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September 13th, 2004.
The Traditional Music Songcircle at the Takoma Park Folk Festival. From left to right – Rachel Cross, Brooke Parkhurst (of Tinsmith) and Zoe Mulford. Today has been a torture of allergens. My eyes are reddened and tired, and my head is full of the cushioning, gurgling feeling of mucus, and my voice is nasal and…
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September 12th, 2004.
Tonight we went back to Cafe Florian. I haven’t been there in forever, it seems. People were amazed, when last they saw us, Heather and I had been playing together for three weeks, and now it’s been three years. Keola joined us and we played a really Lovely set, including Heather’s new one “Illinois is…
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September 11th, 2004.
It’s strange to think that three years ago I was driving home from Glovia, listening intently to the radio, horrified at what I was hearing. I had to pull over to cry a couple of times. I was sure that every day was going to bring something new and terrible. I’ve been dreaming, which I…
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September 9th, 2004
Rob and I were coming home from an open mic last night. I was thinking about, not the night’s performance, but about how I carry myself in general. I have always wanted to be one of those lithe, elegant creatures who move with absolute grace …. floating through their simple motions …. astounding onlookers with…
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September 4th, 2004.
Tinsmith and AOL. Too forces of nature, unseemly in their power to take control of one’s soul. And there, of course, the comparison ends. Thursday morning I wondered over to Rowan’s “crib” to help him move to his new crib in Hyattsville. It was slow, sweaty work – but all in all, he had most…
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September 2nd, 2004.
Leadbetter’s is known for two things. One of them is music. Our friends Chris and Joylene performing at Leadbetters’ open mic in Baltimore, MD. Getting up to NO good at College Perk. Our friend Phil playing congas with Dan Zimmerman at the College Perk open mic. With My Regards to Ernie Pyle. Wanderlust has always…
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September 1st, 2004.
Sleep is beckoning, just a bit. We’ve been working hard, playing hard. I think one of our previous tactical errors has been relaxing far too much when we’re “Home”. Hah. Heather comes home. I don’t get to, apparently. Anywho – we relax too much when we get here. We don’t book shows, we don’t play…
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August 27th, 2004.
Wednesday night, we had the honour of opening for Hamell on Trial. We’d seen him open for Ani Difranco a year or so ago, and later, our friend Firedean managed to open for him up at Philly’s Tin Angel, but my impression of Hamell (Ed, apparently) was always kind of a bitter bald man who…