June 2007
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June 24th, 2007.
Home again, home again. Heather and I are back in Owings Mills doing laundry, recharging batteries and recharging our souls. We’re watching good television and bad television and having an equally good time with both.
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June 21st, 2007.
I’ve been reading a lot on this trip. Peter F. Hamilton’s “Judas Unchained” just came out in paperback and I’m afraid I’m voracious regarding his particular brand of space opera. He’s a little racey for my tastes, but he creates amazing universes that simply stretch out forever. There’s a beauty to their complexity. The food guy…
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June 19th, 2007.
I’ve spent most of this trip sitting in Victoria Station in Putnam, CT, one of my favorite little towns, watching the same people go in and out that we’ve seen go in and out every day for three days. One day, the exact same people were all there on their laptops, just shifted a single table…
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June 17th, 2007.
A rough night last night. Someone commented recently on how the Journal had gotten pretty monotonous “pretty day, pretty place, awesome open mic” blah blah blah. Well, let me throw something else into the world: last night sucked. I like playing eclectic shows, and some people question that. I like playing shows with other acoustic…
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June 16th, 2007.
Flatulence. Let’s discuss it. Now, just fyi – this is going to definitely fall into a “tmi” or perhaps even “tmfi” category for many people, so for convenience I’m going to provide a link to go to the NEXT entry if you’d just as soon not know these things. If you’re hot, then you should probably…
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June 15th, 2007.
We’ve been staying in Putnam for the last couple of nights, just up the street from the Victoria Station Café in a beautiful old house that matches our concept of the town as a whole as pretty damned close to perfection. Wednesday we played the Victoria Station Café’s open mic and played two songs to…
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June 13th, 2007.
We’re stuck. I think we’ll be stuck forever. We were making very good time and then a storm struck and Bermuda Trianglish threw us into a parallel universe of traffic. Red tail lights and road rage and a red minivan comes THIS close to my side-view mirror. We’d planned to come back this way, but…
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June 3rd, 2007
Heather and one of her idols, Adrienne, at the Acoustic Shootout at Eddie’s Attic last Saturday. Heather and I enjoying the beard tentacles of Eric Nassau at Eddie’s Attic in Decatur, GA. Since there’s not a lot of space in the main room at Eddie’s Attic, when it comes down to the last couple of…