2004
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August 25th, 2004.
Perhaps, not as good a night – but the moment I start to think that, things tend to turn around. We’ve returned to the clutches of Damian and Nien, and we’ve returned to the Firehouse Grill. It was a night of ups and downs, and though I thnk I met some people that I’m going to…
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August 24th, 2004.
Heather’s back from NewSong, and has shown me what she learned. A whole lot of it is in the form of confidence. Patti Witten at Jammin Java Last night we headed out to Jammin Java to play one of the best open mics in the area. Jammin Java’s open mic (though “open” is perhaps not…
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August 23rd, 2004.
I should be past fearing Mondays – but it’s been a week of no sleep. Heather’s back, sleep’s not. I’m reading through rejections from venues and from festivals, and I wonder about the flame that burns so bright in me, and if I really have the excuse to keep going… if I have the right.…
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Aug. 22 Lone Heather’s NewSong Adventure – Day 3
I arrived early to the Blue Cardinal Café, the official early-morning open mic, in the hopes I would be luckier than I was yesterday and snag a slot. I didn’t realize how many people were really at the festival and how tough this would be. While I was trying out new guitar riffs inspired by…
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August 21st, 2004.
What is this? A rob that can’t sleep? Oh the SHOCK!!! oh! The novelty!!! OH the HUMANITY!!! Sigh. Yeah – damn the Texas Chainsaw Massacre anywho. Now I can’t sleep. Not that I would really blame ole Leatherface, or even the doomed beauty of Erin – it seems to be my new pattern. Insomnia. In…
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Aug. 21 Lone Heather’s NewSong Adventure – Day 2
After waiting the first three morning hours in vain for a spot to open up at the official open mic being held at “The Octagon,” I headed back to the tent to try to sleep. Holding the lantern in one hand I reached for the zipper with the other and startled a spider onto the…
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Aug. 20 Lone Heather’s NewSong Adventure – Day 1
The pathway from Claymont Court ‘s massive octagonal barn to its campground is a one-lane gravel-and-dirt road that cuts and twists through woods and farm fields. At night, the fifteen minute walk is lit only by torches every fifty feet or so and at bends in the way. The air is thick with humidity and…
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August 18th, 2004.
Sleeping at Damian’s house but lacking the local Damian. I feel guilty about showing up after my host’s bedtime, and getting up after they go to work. I hope he manages to make it home before it’s time for ME to go to work. Listening to a mix of Jimmie’s Chicken Shack and Fugazi. I’m…
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August 17th, 2004.
Sleepy robs enjoy the presence of cats. I wish I’d brought my camera in – perhaps I did… I wish I felt like getting up and looking for it. I’m staying with Jeff of Symbiont tonight. His house is a strange mix of beautiful classical furniture and scattered musical equipment, and a white ceramic skull grinning next…
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August 13th, 2004
I wanted to write about Tom and Diane and the amazing West Village Apartments when we came through Durham last week, but I am incredibly lazy and knew we’d be coming through again (and banked on the fact that rob would not take interest in the things I would and write about them first). J…