2005
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May 17th, 2005.
Last night we ended up at the open mic at the Rusty Nail. I miss that place – our first introduction to Wilmington, I feel sort of bad that we didn’t have a gig booked there for this time around. In any case, the open mic was (like everything down south this time around) running…
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May 16th, 2005.
Sitting at Deanne’s house, watching the sun go by. She keeps it dim in here, and we struggle with blinds and drapes in an effort to let some of the outside world in. The dogs keep constant vigil at the door, waiting for their guardian, or perhaps for unwary joggers to bark at. Watching the…
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May 14th, 2005.
I had a dream the other night with the full awareness that my Father had died. Previous dreams involved just having him in the background, like he always was… then progressed to dreams where the cancer was some sort of mistake, and he was going to be fine, and then dreams where he was still…
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May 7th, 2005.
Ryan Montbleau is like unto a god. I was just blown away by his spectacular guitar-work and Stevie Wonder-ish voice. Songs of flirtation and more in a bluegrassy, oldtimey kind of style. This is the closest to orgasm I’ve gotten due to music in a long, long time, and the first CD I wanted to…
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May 4th, 2005.
You know, wandering like this has really driven home one point in particular. I was raised with psychotic pets. A dog that bit me, a cat that bit me, and indeed, multiple hamsters that often at one point or another tried to bite me, and toads, that no doubt, if they’d had more than a…
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May 3rd, 2005.
Wow, so I just heard that Conan O’Brian is going to have Ani Difranco on tonight. I think that this will be first time he’s ever had a musical act that doesn’t suck. How nice. It’s been a rough day. Yesterday was so relaxed, full of wandering and Indian foods… today has been dumb and…
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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…