April 2005
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April 30th, 2005.
Hrm… just swallowed a guitar pick. More on how that comes out later. Lot’s of poopin. No pick. Feeling nauseous. But I don’t think it’s the pick. Erf. Threw up. No pick. Nausea’s gone though, so I guess that counts as a success.
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April 29th, 2005.
Strange dreams last night. I dreamt of my father being up and about. The whole death thing? Nothing but a mistake. He was out in my parent’s house (significant move of apostrophe) front yard, picking crocuses. Later, Tyler had learned how to play harmonica, and was fucking RIPPING with it – and had joined ilyAIMY.…
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April 28th, 2005.
Late night. Played a good gig with Hugh McGowan at the Burren last night. He played some percussion… well… he played drum through the latter-half of our first set, and all the way through our second set. Hands with both Heather and Hugh beating the Hell out of djembe’s is pretty monstrous. Whitney, our host…
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April 27th, 2005.
A quick note before bed. I Love my friends. We arrived well after midnight in the clutches of an old, old friend from high school, Whitney. We sat in her Cambridge apartment retelling our adventures of the past two days and beyond, and I’m coming to the realization of just how very kind the people…
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April 26th, 2005.
Not going to write too much right now. Really tired, slow-starting headache looks to be steamrollering forth with the intent of obliterating my brain. Got into Providence after a ten+ hour drive, fighting traffic allllll the way from Baltimore. New York is a black hole, distorting time and distance like a foetid mound of human…
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April 24th, 2005
Heather wearing her official Firedean sunglasses. I’m hoping that SOMEONE got a shot of Heather and I performing with Fire in the glasses. The actual performance was, perhaps, a bit rough…. but we were, how you say, “styling”. Firedean at the New Deal Cafe Crazy Quilt Music Festival. It’s a shame that one of the…
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April 20th, 2005.
I’ve often been of the opinion that people are little more than the sum of their thoughts, their sparkling personalities, their souls. They are not encapsulated by their bodies, and the names are just tags for their fleshy shells. The entity that actually exists – that is actually referenced when speaking of and to a…
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April 20th, 2005.
A sunshiny day for my Dad’s departure. Since Wednesday, we’ve barely had a taste of the sun. It’s been fitting my mood. My father died in the sunshine at 4.35pm today. Thank you to all the friends and family who’s been propping us up for the past several months, and through his fight with cancer…