August 2022


  • August 14th, 2022. Oops. There goes the other ankle.

    Heather soundchecking at Worman’s Mill in Frederick, MD. This gig and the next night at Hybridoma point out that maaaaybe having just two speakers for outdoor gigs (plus monitor) just ain’t enough. Both shows were effectively ‘in the round’ and though no-one complained about the more muffled sounds coming out of the backs or sides…

  • August 11th, 2022. My brother said it better. I’ve got an open mic.

    This may seem a weirdly personal post about my open mic, but it’s what’s in my head – plus it all DOES tie together… you’ll see. Holy crap it’s getting late earlier! Jon Patton is in the shadows there playing drums for his father. The set is imperfect, but it made Steve Patton really happy…

  • August 10th, 2022. Safeway.

    Setting up Live from the Lair because this is how I cope. We’re fragile creatures. Strange vats of seething electrochemical energy. Static meat animated by static. You get one thing off and the whole creature goes a little bit mad. Not enough sleep, too much sleep, too much sun, too little darkness, too many drinks,…

  • August 6th, 2022. Musikfest.

    Fortunately, we were able to find breakfast foo. Though maybe we should’ve saved our appetites for Musikfest? Musikfest was grueling and beautiful. It felt very ALIVE and that’s something I’ve not been feeling outside of music for quite sometime. Gigs all this past month have brought about a rebirth feeling, rob renaissance or somesuch nonesense.…

  • August 5th, 2022. Distracted.

    Friday evening, our timing predicated by Real Life, we race to load the van before the weather arrives… I’d been writing a Journal entry as we were driving north on I-83 and I’m really bummed that it’s mysteriously vanished. I can’t even blame The Cloud. Or the CLOUDS. Or whatever. Tis a shame, but I…

  • August 2nd, 2022.

    The past several weeks we’ve been playing spectacular gigs. Audiences large and not-quite-as-large, venues legendary and private. Friday July 29th found me under a tarp watching the storms roll in as we miscalculated and set up to run a band outside at Sandy Spring Museum. It was a learning experience for everyone as we just…