September 2005
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September 11th, 2005.
Bill showing me his big guns. Peaches responds by showing off Betty Page and James Dean. I’m still cursing myself over the fuzziness of this photograph, but I’d already asked twice, and I felt weird saying “Look, it’s still fuzzy… would you mind lifting your shirt for me AGAIN?” So, Peaches is fuzzy. Pretend it’s…
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September 10th, 2005.
Dave Pahanish’s benefit show. He’s moving to Nashville, Tennessee… absolutely not something I would personally ever do, but he’s having some success there, and it’s looking like a good career move. He’s packing his wife and kids and two big dogs, and going to Nashville. THE Nashville. My island of light in the darkened night at…
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September 9th, 2005.
Thursday night we played a show at the Underground Cafe at California University. The absolute feeling of euphoria is still sustaining me, and through a radio show and then a gig, I’ve got this feeling of being on the cusp of something. The gig itself went really well, but the high point persists in the…
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September 8th, 2005.
I’m pretty happy this morning. Happy? Content, perhaps. I woke up at 7.30am at Jozarts Studios to a world of cold mist and grey light. Enough to make me dream of cold pre-winter mornings that stretch into velvet, sunless days. I fell back asleep and woke up to Dave Pahanish playing guitar and golden sun…
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September 5th, 2005.
I’m at Rowan’s again. I’m not quite sure how I keep ending up here. I really need to go visit my mom, hang out there for a little while, but I keep ending up at Rowan’s place. John Grimes ran sound for us at the Harry Grove Stadium in Frederick, MD. It may look like…
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September 1st, 2005.
Today, gasoline in Atlanta apparently hit $5 per gallon. We’re struggling so hard as it is, this is what’s going to end the Tour. If it costs of $55 to fill the tank of the Saturn, well, I don’t think that venues are suddenly going to start paying more. I’ve been thinking about the End…