September 2006
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September 29th, 2006.
Not as good of a night tonight. Or at least, it didn’t feel quite as good. Heather and I went out to Rick’s Music World in Raynham, MA. I just wasn’t as ON tonight, something with my mood perhaps. I know I’d been snappish earlier in the evening. Heather playing Will’s bike. In other notes,…
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September 28th, 2006.
Coming back to Rhode Island, the environs of Providence, is always remarkably comforting. There’s something in particular about getting greeted by Will, about knowing that he’s up, stepping in and exploring, seeing what’s new. It’s funny to think that I’ve known the sound of Will’s voice for longer than I’ve known the sound of me…
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September 22nd, 2006.
Last night – at the Rose Garden… It looked as if this was going to be a dead night. Even Matt Lindi, the host, made a comment along the lines of “Gee, where IS everybody?!” Apparently he’d expected quite a different turn out simply because a good number of people had remembered us and were…
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September 21st, 2006.
The Skellig show last night skated on the edge of disaster. Traffic endeavoured to make us late. Whitney came with us, and though she claims to be impressed with what we do, I’m often aware that most gigs we have with her in the audience can be… lack-lustre. She probably wonders why the HELL we…
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September 20th, 2006.
Heather packing the car in sunshiny Cambridge, Massachusetts. Look! She’s in a skirt! FOLK CHICK FOLK CHICK FOLK CHICK!!!! Tuesday night at the Space, returning once again, worried that we’d see no Love because we’d gotten such a positive response in person – but then no answers to our emails, booking requests, nada. We get…
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September 18th, 2006.
The restroom at the Space in Hamden, Connecticut, appropriately tagged. Not that there was a lingering presence of poop or anything, it really was quite pleasant. Flowers planted in the urinal though… Feeling stressed. Money’s tight, somehow, suddenly, even time is tight. Most of this is illusion. Most of this isn’t a big deal. Everything…
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September 14th, 2006.
Me playing at the Cosmos Cafe in Houston, TX. My little brother outside of Cosmos demonstrating what his dog’s asshole looks like JUST BEFORE she poops. Thanks George. A request from a coffeeshop customer to the owner. On the right – a Lovely mouse-mobile and the MESS I made at a pizza place in Galveston.…
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September 13th, 2006.
It’s 2am and I came home with Dan and Jess. I’ve never been to their place before, and I’ve enjoyed exploring all the weird electronic STUFF that Dan has. We’ve been listening to HAM radio and static and people bleeping to one another from distant countries in Morse code. Dan was talking to a guy from a…
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September 5th, 2006.
Hrm. My head hurts. Slightly too much sunshine followed by a lot of grey and not enough sleep all around. Sara and I are hanging out at a coffeeshop down the street from the Cosmos Cafe where I’ll be playing the open mic, and maybe, just MAYBE, unloading the rest of the CDs I brought…