2010
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March 30th, 2010.
Sully’s Pub in Hartford, CT is the perfect combination of hip tiki joint and dive bar. It’s loud and flirty and brash and wonderful. It’s a good place to be bad ass. Great open mics. Last night at Sully’s Pub in Hartford, tonight at the Space in Hamden. After all these years (almost 7 years…
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March 30, 2010
Well, actually THIS was our last vision of Philly. Stuck in jammed traffic, trying to get out of downtown. I look to my right and see the most frightening Danger symbol I’ve ever seen. What the HELL!!!? When I am sick, I usually can’t sing through it. I know that opera singers are taught how…
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March 29th, 2010.
New York City. Faloofa. Well, I’ve got to admit that the weekend’s been rough. A number of gigs that by rights should’ve been fantastic have been fiscally dismal and the rain’s beginning to conquer my normally sunny disposition. (shut up, I’ve got a sunny dispofuckingsition). Friday night’s show in New York City was, after tolls…
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March 26th, 2010.
Trax on Wax open mic, just down the street! Contrary to the forecast, we’ve got a beautiful sky, streaked with white, distant mountains beckoning. Something is smiling on us for the moment. An amazing show perpetrated last night, the beginning of a tour laid out ahead of us. We’re traveling in caravan with fellow road…
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March 19th, 2010.
No-one EVER takes photographs of ME at the open mic. I was highly suspicious. HIGHLY supicious! Yesterday, I battled with technology and lost. I started off losing to the new Tapco Firewire interface I’d purchased, fighting with it for two hours before finally not using it through for my open mic. Then I had various…
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March 15th, 2010.
My fingers are freezing. We haven’t seen the sun in what seems like weeks and my body’sgot the lethargy of slow, sluggish, glutinous, cold blood. It stiffens every part of me, simply slowing every physical action. I feel like I need a transfusion through a hot water heater, oil heat steaming my blood to workable…
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March 13th, 2010.
It’s always frightening to be reminded of the strata of our world. The amazing musicians who could be big… if only they were prettier. The strangeness of speaking to a white face behind a fast food counter… and the shame that follows that realization. Beyond that, wondering what a such beautiful woman is doing behind…
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March 12th, 2010.
Danielle Miraglia We often travel under silver light. It’s a talent, to come and go in the rain, to load and unload in the mist. Usually we can get things in and out of the car without getting soaked, the weather not turning its serious attentions on us until we’re well under weigh. And here…
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March 7th, 2010.
Monday night we were the featured artist at one of the finer clubs on the East Coast – Club Cafe in South Side Pittsburgh, PA. A lot of other spectacular artists joined us on the stage at Club Cafe in Pittsburgh, PA. Brad Yoder played soprano sax with a lot of people, and was the…
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March 7th, 2010.
Life’s definitely divided at this moment: BAD GOOD really frakkin tired coffee’s on the brew out of old coffee that i liked in with new coffee from Panama word Panama makes me sing Van Halen’s song Panama I like the song Panama Amy doesn’t have to get up this morning so I must sing Panama…