2004
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August 4th, 2004.
DeeAnn, our hostess, has been prodding at rob and I to let her take us out on her boat this week. After Hurricane Alex passed quietly in the night, we figured we would go out today. It’s been years since I have been on a boat that was not moored in a harbor. The last…
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August 3rd, 2004.
Deanne made an incredible Thai dinner for us tonight. She even surprised us with an homemade lemon mirangue pie. The pie was… tempting… and I think Heather may be heading back to Maryland without me. Deanne is spoiling us rotten… unfortunately, she keeps trying to wash my jeans. I’m refusing mostly out of sheer contrariness…
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August 2nd, 2004.
Despite fatigue, Heather and I went a’wanderin yesterday. We looked at Battleships and beaches and snakes and lizards. We played the gig which wasn’t so hot, but we watched the moonlight off the ocean, which was. So, we’re in Wilmington. I was sure that the reason Heather kept thinking the name was familiar was because…
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August 1st, 2004.
I’m sooo sleepy. Last night, our show with Annette was … wait… let me find a damned thesaurus. If I use the word “spectacular”, “fantastic”, or “amazing” again I may have my writing license revoked… you guys MUST get sick of hearing the same adjectives over and over and over again. Synonyms MARVELOUS 1, amazing, astonishing,…
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July 31st, 2004.
Some quick notes before bed… Heather’s reading the paper, cats are investigating our feet. They’re wandering how we came to land on them so delightfully. Yes, after the chaos of the day, Tom and Dianne of Durham (we met them as a friend of a friend – through Rabbit regular singer/songwriter Ace Colvin) are Lovely…
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July 30th, 2004.
My head being eaten by Mariposa as I’m hung like meat within the Chelsea and Beau home. Yeah, spent some time hanging upside down for spinal purposes… I think it may have even done me some good – my lower back has been hurting a lot, especially after even moderately long drives. It hurt alot…
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July 29th, 2004.
I hate my ass. I like my butt. But I hate my ass. Yes, there is a HUGE difference. My butt is a finely muscled mound of two clusters of flesh constructed solely to let me look good in my tight black jeans. My ass, on the other hand, is an insidious master of noxious chemical…
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July 27th, 2004.
It’s 3am and the scent of Heather’s hair still lingers on my fingers, et cetera, et cetera. I stroked her hair for a bit before retreating to the Living room and Star Trek. Not sleeping every night has gotten extremely absurd – so, it’s time to reset the clock. I haven’t pulled an all-nighter on…
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July 27th, 2004.
The first thing people say to you when they hear you are a touring musician is almost always this wistful, smiling, admiration-intoned cliche: “You’re living the dream.” I’ve commented on this before. At a poetry open mic last night, one of my brother’s friends recognized me and asked me about my travels. Though she did…
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July 26th, 2004.
I’ve got to admit, I don’t even feel tired. At the moment. It’s closing in on 4am, and my mind is whirling. I was exhausted moments ago, but the computer screen perks me up a bit. I AM tired of being up all night (and there’s the balance – I can feel the fatigue creeping…