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June 2005

  • June 8th, 2005.

    The bathroom at the Mucky Duck. Normally, I wouldn’t approach a bathroom at a place witht eh word Muck in the title, but this seemed safe enough – until I noticed HIM watching in sheer amazement. I-10 on the way back East. It means that with our generally evening-oriented approach to travel, we’re finally not…

  • June 7th, 2005.

    Woke up feeling really out of sorts today. Age. Feeling like… how did I get here? How did I get so far? It frightens me. I think I hit this wall in my skull when we were watching Camino at Dean’s Credit Clothing the other night and we were talking about how old THEY were,…

  • June 6th, 2005.

    18 days til Maryland. Last night Heather and I had a gig at a place called “Dean’s” that we’d picked up from Pete Simple at the Vintage Bar a couple of nights ago. Main Street Houston – I had no idea what to expect… it’s a Sunday night. It amazes me that the place is…

  • June 5th, 2005.

    MUD! Oh my GOD! Heather, fortunately demonstrated admirable (mad) driving skillz and got our Saturn out and over the mire. Heather gets out and displays the hills of Texas. We had pulled over to check out our first armadillo encounter. (we didn’t kill it!) I’m a little weirded out by how all its extremities stick…

  • June 1st, 2005.

    There is something about music festival culture that changes the way time works. The days are extended and run into each other. Late-a.m. bedtimes, delayed by jams and the noise of other people’s jams, don’t keep you from getting up at 9 a.m. because of the heat and light in the tent and nearby breakfast…

  • June 1st, 2005.

    Joe preparing for the Watermelon Sacrifice. He had to go back to his car for the machette. Getting the blood up for the Watermelon Sacrifice – this is sort of a Watermelon Non-Eye View of the moment. He’s sort of a scary man… and yet, so composed when playing Joni Mitchell covers and CCR. The…