2004
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August 13th, 2004.
Heather is a stormy lady. I don’t remember them having big dinosaurs from when I was working here! Heather lying on the scientific bed of nails. And then I guess the next day we must’ve gone to the Science Center in Baltimore! Symbiont. Symbiont. ilyAIMY. Ha, the audience stretching around at ye olde College Perk.…
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August 12th, 2004.
Hehe. We’ve just passed Nutbush and Bollocksville. We’re heading for Richmond, and then to the 8.13 festival, which is practically the same thing as heading home . Payin’ the bills. Duke University grafitti is interesting stuff. “Portability is key”, “Kill Bush”, and “When you pass a McDonald’s, punch your kid in the face” being a…
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August 11th, 2004.
Heather’s recording a tune, I’m listening. We switched seats a little while ago – I recorded PUSH, and Spine, Selkie. Old, old songs. I’m always afraid that I’ve got nothing new in me. That all my writing goes into this Journal, or into emails, or in to the sheer effort of talking to new people…
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August 9th, 2004.
We’re back in Durham, and this time we have TIME for Durham. We have a moment to explore the strangely twisted trees and the strangely twisted streets, and our strangely twisted hosts. We came back with tales of Wilmington, and now Tom and Diane are VERY eager to meet Deanne. Yesterday, we played in the…
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August 8th, 2004.
Not much to say, really. It’s 1am, and we’ve got to be out of the city by eight. Tonight I’ve been hit on by three men, two flaming guys have expressed to Heather how in reality, they’re very bisexual, we’ve been thrown out of a gay bar, and a lesbian has stolen my pants. Again.…
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August 7th, 2004.
Well, at the end of all things, the gigs went off okay. My amp sounded pretty pristine (though Heather chose to hit it anyways – but just like anything, they don’t learn if you beat them while they’re being good) – and we gathered “pretty good numbers for a coffeehouse” apparently. I miss home though.…
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August 6th, 2004.
It’s always strange being in someone else’s house alone – but in this case… Deanne’s been sick, heading towards surgery this whole week, so she’s been home from work. It’s alien for her house not to have her manically gleeful presence flitting through it. I think I heard her leave this morning (we’re on our…
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August 5th, 2004.
We just got back from the Soap Box Laundro Bar. A very cool place, I am smitten, though not with the venue. Great art on the walls, God awful sound system (I had to wire in my amplifier to get enough inputs for Heather and I), and fascinating stories. I must admit, after all of…
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August 5th, 2004.
A spider in the bath! So, Deanne has finally convinced me to give her my clothes for cleansing. And she has finally convinced Heather and I to shower. Yes… she truly has some power over us. Just think – if you fed us, YOU could ALSO get us to shower! However, my shower contained more…
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August 4th, 2004.
Yesterday, Deanne took us out on her boat. I must admit, I’ve been horribly jealous of all of our out-of-state singer/songwriter friends – they come to Maryland and someone takes them out on a boat. We have had to travel 400 miles from home to get out on the water, but it’s well worth it.…