2005
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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…
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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…