March 2026
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March 29th, 2026. The Day After.
I dreamt it was the end of the world. But no-one was really taking it seriously. Everyone else was sure the lights would come back on tomorrow, and so it was just a party. I was grateful for that because we didn’t lose the booking at this fancy dinner, but we stuffed as much extra…
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March 28th, 2026. No King’s Day.
I won’t go deep. Acts of protest are found in all different forms. Song and march and firearm. Some of it’s passive. Some of it’s passive aggressive. I have no idea what will eventually be effective in Trump’s America, but I DO believe the wheel turns. WTOP has always been my local source for news…
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March 27th, 2026. I’m Still Alive.
Tuesday, March 24th I FINALLY returned to hosting my SPARK open mic. Had a small turn out but some really fabulous performances (D. Davis above!). I whipped through the list twice as if to say “look at how many people we can fit in when you’re ORGANIZED”. Last week I’d tuned in to catch Tinsmith…
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March 24th, 2026. The SPARK.
Happy March 24th. It was good to be back at the SPARK after missing two weeks for being sick. Playing with Juels, watching all my friends perform. It’s good to be back on my feet but I was still short of breath. We do this every Tuesday, with or without me, at the SPARK at…
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March 23rd, 2026. It’s 3am I must be sneezy.
Will Sims hosting his first songwriter showcase at Vortex Brewing Co. in New Freedom, PA on Saturday, Match 21st. His first showcase AT Vortex. Not his first showcase. Singer/songwriter Timothy Card at VortexBrewing. The afternoon did exactly whatI needed. Got me back out after being sick,introduced me to some new people, andpicked up a gig…
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March 16th, 2026. Unabated.
Last night it was zombies. I NEVER dream about zombies! The night before it was more mom-house nightmares, but I can’t bring any of them back enough to tell the tale. I’d been repeating little reminder words all day yesterday and then got distracted and now they’re all gone. But last night, t’was zombies. I…
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March 14th, 2026. Saturday the 14th feels like Friday the 13th.
Prince gets it right. The last couple of days I’ve been sleeping. It’s not what I usually write about. But every night I have dreams, most of which are uncomfortable at best, emotionally devastating at their worst. Fights and arguments, career-ending decisions, broken homes, unwanted sexual advances, my mother begging me to kill her. And…
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March 12th, 2026. “I’d Love to bu- coff coff coff”
I was feeling so good. I could mind control the cat. Ish. Finally making Amy’s Christmaspresent! Tantive IV. Codeine is like someone vomited burnt rubber down my throat. And the taste doesn’t leave you. I don’t know how people get addicted to this. And vomiting codeine is like having someone vomiting actively burning rubber back…
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March 3rd, 2026. The SPARK.
Happy Tuesday! We’re down at the SPARK at 7112 Willow Ave in Takoma Park, MD. I’m beginning to really feel the effect of not having a feature – there’s never quite a moment to sit down and work through issues, or to eat anything. robs will evolve as robs must. Tonight I was grateful to…
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March 1st, 2026 – The Music City Open Mic. And March 2nd, 2026 – Sunrise.
Rolling up to Morsbergers last night, getting ready for my open mic. I’m DEFINITELY a little out of practice, but Leedy Peoples greets me with a metal riff or three and things are as they should be. I woke up from a dream that Rowan and I were in the basement of my mother’s house, troubleshooting…