February 2026
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February 27th, 2026. Going the Distance.
ilyAIMY playing at Dark Horse in Annapolis, MD – February 26th, 2026. Photo by Rob Boucek. I am actually NOT going the distance. I’m about to call it a day. Cake’s playing in the background from a Pandora channel inspired by Cranes – the band. Not THE Cranes. They don’t call themselves that. But I…
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February 26th, 2026. #ThrowBackThursday.
Transferring the Journal combines all the best aspects of feeling my age, questioning myself as a narrator, judging the HELL out of my younger self, cringing at my old camera, and painstaking cut and paste and error correction. It’s not a lot of fun and arguably quite useless. But I’m working my way through like…
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February 24th, 2026. The SPARK.
We do this every Tuesday night at the School of Musical Traditions at 7112 Willow Ave in Takoma Park, MD. Tonight was an interesting night. LOTS of technical issues frustrating your otherwise friendly neighbourhood rob, and it was the night of the State of the Union address which – well, *I* don’t know why you’d…
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February 18th, 2026. Plodding.
Slowly the bunny re-emerges. Heather and I in the Lair, listening. Feeling a little beaten. But in a good way. ilyAIMY played a benefit for Lurman Theater here in Catonsville today. I’d gotten a text about 2 weeks ago asking us to do the show. I was flattered to be asked, out of the many,…
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February 17th, 2026. The SPARK w Sleepy Smile.
We do this every Tuesday night at the School of Musical Traditions ast 7112 Willow Ave in Takoma Park, MD. Signup by 7pm, family friendly, etc etc. Tonight we had a featured artist, but MOSTLY that’s not something we’re doing anymore, which is sad – but tonight we had featured artist Sleepy Smile. Tonight with…
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February 10th, 2026. The SPARK.
I seriously need to go back and check my Journal to see how many times we get Weathered out in the winter, because it feels like i haven’t done this in FOREVER. How do the open mic go? This goes here, that goes there. I know how to run sound, I swear I do, but…
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February 9th, 2026. Aftermath and Recovery.
My brother and his wife, Halloween a billion years ago. We’ve found MANY old photographs fishing around my mom’s house… Even *I*, snow Lover that I am, am tired of the ice and cold by now. And what we’ve got on the ground barely counts as anything else. It LOOKS like snow. It still smells…
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February 5th, 2026. There’s a NOISE upstairs…
A couple of nights ago, Heather and I wandering around Catonsville in the snow. This is the way the town’s “main street” SHOULD look. I’m sitting in the basement cycling between mixes and last-minute tweaks, fielding texts from my brother as he wanders half-remembered Maryland highways, and sometimes taking my headphones off to listen to…