November 18th, 2008.

Curse you automated toilets. I’m not going to get too much into that as I think that anyone who’s ready the Journal has probably encountered that particular rant before. But I’m glad to have my distress echoed by none other than Heather’s recent tour benefactor, Dar Williams.

Tonight we played Sully’s in Hartford, CT – and though we didn’t make a lot of money, barring that, this is what a venue SHOULD be. Filled with friendly people, all sorts mixing: hippies and old rockers next to young scenesters and chicks too cool to flirt with, all centred on a stage that’s not too big and not too small, with good sound loud enough to make you wince here and there, but mostly just filling every nook and cranny of the room, pouring into your brain and kicking over the furniture inside of it. My guitar sounds the way it SHOULD sound here, bassy and meaty and cutting – like a buzzsaw with a subwoofer.

We picked up some gigs, melted some faces, passed out plenty of cards and sold some CDs. WHY I don’t push our mailing list at places like this? Easy – because I’m stupid! Sigh.

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