April 2005
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April 12th, 2005.
It’s stupid that movies should impart bad dreams. Maybe it’s just coupled with the familial stress from my current circumstances (I’ve just cancelled my first shows almost EVER). Whatever it was, I dreamt post-apocalyptic dreams, of looting and survival-oriented improvisation. There was a lot of thinking in my head about where to pull people too. The…
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April 9th, 2005.
Nine weeks. That’s 63 days. Roundabouts. That’s 1/6th of a year, which sounds decidedly less impressive, I suppose. We got Kerrville. I’m somewhat in a state of shock, with fear and excitement mingling together. Kerrville Folk Festival, the one we were sure we couldn’t get. I just got an email listing me as one of…
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April 7th, 2005.
Heather and I are tapping and typing to the sound of falling water. There’s a fountain in the corner of Jozarts Studio, and that, along with the cavernous interior and numerous plants, creates the illusion of being in a tiny jungle. Passing cars occassionally spoil the aesthetic, but they’re frequency is fading as night pushes…
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April 5th, 2005.
The last few days have been exhausting. Days of dreamless sleep followed by mostly non-sleep filled days. I’m not quite sure what’s been happening, but I’ve been falling to sleep later, and later, and later – dawn is a constant bed-time companion. One of those things where I seem to have the option of lying…
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April 2nd, 2005.
Just got back from our April 1st gig at Perk. Really good show, leaves me exhausted and hungry. Lots of pleased faces, which is flattering since the night started off as not-so-good. No-one seems to have had a good day. Everyone was angsty and over-wrought. I’m glad that ilyAIMY could bring some light into this…