2019
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October 3rd, 2019. Tom Freakin’ Clancy.
There are plenty of people that I truly wish were still with us. On the personal scale, my father… on the artistic scale, Jimi Hendrix and Jim Henson and even some people NOT named Jim like, of course, Terry Pratchett. But one that most of my friends would probably be surprised by is Tom Clancy.…
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October 1st, 2019. Yay us.
Last night’s open mic was one of those spectacular nights where absolutely everything went wrong until they went right. Last week had been highly complicated because sometimes I need to be better about asking people NOT to congregate where I’m setting up, and because the featured artist had gear being set up in advance, lots…
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September 29th, 2019. War Returns.
My dear wife informed me that war has returned to the basement. She cautioned me that there was a “huge dead spider” by computer, but that it was okay “I think the crickets are eating it”. Sure enough, when I went to check on it there was only one leg left… one, large, horrible, hairy…
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September 28th, 2019. A good week.
Good morning world. This week was SUPPOSED to be exceptionally intense, but thanks to a canceled gig on Tuesday, that sort of broke the tension and the week has actually been… you know, fine. There’s a break point (no pun intended) where a packed week suddenly becomes a week with a just a bunch of…
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September 25th, 2019. Bad dreams.
I dreamt of starving last night. Some sort of post EVENT… I don’t know that the world had slid into Apocalypse or if we were stranded somewhere or exactly what it was, but it was a dream of barren land and stripped stones in which me and dozens of other people truly saw there was…
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September 22nd, 2019 – Woodstock, NY.
…I dreamt Keola had a heart attack on stage last night. Playing bass, his mouth lolling and foam-flecked. I was face-to-face with him. Gripping him by the arms, the bass pressed between us. His neck straining as he lost sensibility before he lost consciousness. Lowering him to the stage as EMS was called. Flashing lights……
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September 20th, 2019 – Mass MoCA & FreshGrass.
Right from the beginning, the weather is perfect, the architecture intriguing, and the trees are being hung upside down. Triffid torture? Perhaps. There wasn’t an immediately obvious artist statement (something that turned out to be rather unique through most of the complex) so the exploration begins in mystery) I’m not going to add all my…