March 2005
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March 31st, 2005.
The time is slipping swiftly, and inevitably, as the days pass by, more and more of you complain about the lack of Journal entries. The ilyAIMY Journal seems to be a popular item to do for the Bored-At-Work crowd, and this… this I understand. Afterall, I would become truly frustrated with web comics that petered…
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March 27th, 2005.
PLOJ XXXII went down last night. It was awesome. Sort of a Start of Spring Music Thing – there was an incredible energy there that hasn’t been around for a long time. A lot of people showed up that I hadn’t seen in a while, and …. well, also it was the first PLOJ in…
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March 22nd, 2005.
Exhausted. Oh so tired. I haven’t slept that bad in… I don’t know HOW long. I have the impression of having tossed and turned all night with this invisible pressure on top of me, choking the breath and the will out of me.I know it must have been obnoxious for Heather. I know she sleeps…
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March 21st, 2005.
Ok, just a quick note. First day in the studio today. We recorded Will and Valeri and… well, they’re already better than anything else we’ve ever committed to tape/disc. Jason Slanga sat in the studio with us and helped us critique. Awwwesome. Also, Heather and I have both been INDIVIDUALLY and separately selected as finalists in the Susquehanna Music and…
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March 10th, 2005.
And I am too tired to care. My head is unfocused, worried about so many different things. I’m scattered, and I feel like things are crashing down, crushing in. I want that tiny, tiny corner in the back of some basement room to open up and swallow me. I was listening to Seth Horan‘s album Conduit…
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March 8th, 2005.
Ha. This time it made me cry Because in the eyes Of the mammoths that cling to the walls I’m just one more pile Discarded and dangling Waiting for sorting And sending away God I’m so tired Of hunting for signals I’ve searched their eyes for an answer But I am in danger Of disrupting…
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March 5th, 2005.
Last night was a rough night. We played the College Perk, perhaps for the last time… that’s not a jibe at the Perk, that’s just an acknowledgement that they’re building a new venue in their backyard, and I’m eager to move into it. Before the gig, however, I went over to my parents to drop…