2005
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January 27th, 2005.
An eventful day. I almost killed four cats. One because he was whiny all day, one because I mistook him for the one that was whining all day, and the other two because they were in the middle of the road as we were hunting for parking after our gig. Not really. I’ve actually given…
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January 26th, 2005.
We’ve landed in Durham again, and after a slight key fiasco, are relaxing into the airy warmth of Tom and Diane’s place. Heather’s got a cold (if you want to send her tea I can email you an address!) and is really having a rough time of it. I mean, we’ve been pretty good about…
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January 25th, 2005.
On the road again. We’re in …. well, no, I don’t actually know WHERE we are. We played Richmond, Virginia tonight – a bar called Cafe Diem. Tonight we’re staying with Chelsea and Beau, and we’re turning in exhausted in the middle of nowhere, the woods and forests south of Petersburg, just short of the…
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January 22nd, 2005.
Oh my God. So tired. Heather and I were up till… 6? 6.30am? When the lights went out the light poured in from the outside. We tried to outwait the arrival of the snow. We didn’t quite make it, but it sounds like we missed it by less than an hour. Back in grade school,…
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January 22, 2005.
This made us worry about what happens in that Vault basement band room. I’ve been quiet because I’ve been panicked. And when I get to freaking out, I feel like I’m not going to say much of anything productive or fun for anyone to read. But today I am okay. I will make the bills…
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January 21st, 2005.
I actually had this intense heart-ache last night. I remember that sensation, source of so many songs. But this was something different. Rowan and Keola and Brennan and I had a sort of “guy’s night” watching cartoons, and it inspired something in me, slowly growing – I really, really miss Living with Rowan. I just…
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January 17th, 2005.
Tired, unable to sleep. Uninterested in sleep. Heather and I have been on this stupid schedule for so long – 5am is when I get interested in bed – that it’s just hard to contemplate heading up earlier. It’s like I’ve forgotten how to go to sleep. We had a bunch of people over tonight…
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January 16th, 2005.
Not at this rate though… And so I return home fighting back the urge to cry. It was our last show at the Vault, but that’s perhaps not why I was depressed. The sound was just… horrific. I don’t want to go into specifics simply because I Love Jack and Scott so much. The people…
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January 14th, 2005.
I’m tired of the aftermath of this stupid car crash. Yeah, the one from last May. Claims adjusters who swear that they’ll call on Monday and then turn out to be on vacation. Lawsuits from hospitals. Insurance companies who swear they’re ready to settle and then SWITCH claims adjusters and explain that that starts the…
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January 8th, 2005.
In Acapulco, they’re better at getting your money than in the other towns. Before joining up with my little excursion group to go poke dolphins, I wondered around the city, trailed by men looking to sell me a ride or a tour or their sister or “paradise”, “the moon” and senoritas. That was interesting. Acapulco…