We’ve landed in Durham again, and after a slight key fiasco, are relaxing into the airy warmth of Tom and Diane’s place. Heather’s got a cold (if you want to send her tea I can email you an address!) and is really having a rough time of it. I mean, we’ve been pretty good about not getting sick on the road, so Heather’s kind of horrified by how stricken she is.
We played the Six String Cafe last night, pushing our gigs in the area (Heather booked a nice little cluster) and we were surprised to find Mike (from Connecticut) in our midst. He’d actually convinced his company to reschedule his business trip so that he could come out and see us play. We like to hear stuff like that.
It’s really bad, I just haven’t felt like Journal writing much recently. Someone should smack me.
Hee! You can’t! I’m in North Carolina!
Karma? Who knows. I woke up today feeling paranoid and strained – my whole body taut, ready for… something… certainly not ready for “anything” as then I wouldn’t have woken up so petrified.
I’d dreamt that I was at a party with a lot of my friends – weird sort of place. Almost a “Lost Boys” den from Peter Pan – a tree house that crossed the dirt barrier into underground warren. I kept wandering up ladders, down ladders, through tree limbs, across the grass and through the sky and every time I stopped there were explanations from different people. I don’t remember what they were explaining. One woman was explaining why I should’ve been in a releationship with her… she kept saying “I could be your mate”. I’m tired, and I’m cold, and there’s no light in the world today. It all drained into something grey where it’s hovering, shivering, emanating vaguely.
This apartment is built for cryptic dreams. Tom and Diane’s apartment has always made me feel… it makes me think that this is what Indiana Jones’ apartment might be like, in a way. Lots of trophies from many lands, an uncertain elegance, roughly travelled antiques and complaining cats.
I wouldn’t expect Indy to have cats or as many plants.
This just in from Wilmington’s Annette Warner:
“Ever wonder what it would feel like to have an insatiable appetite for a gifted pair of musicians whose finger action gives yo u arthritis? Well, look no further than the Rusty Nail on Friday February 4th as IlyAimy hits the stage for an encore performance at their very first gig spot in Wilmington some several months ago. I had the extreme pleasure of introducing this incredible force of raw talent to Wilmington a while back, and I must say.. I have NEVER been as floored with a duo’s talent as I was with Rob Hinkal and Heather Lloyd. Although difficult to make them lay still on any shelf in category..they seem to be touting influences with just about everything at some point. The moody, edgy, and percussively nourishing playing styles combined, flaunt the passionate, unbridled chemistry between 2 equally talented artists being shared measure to measure. I have never seen fingers move so quickly and rhythmically in sync in my life! The unbelievable musical energy, and temperamental vocal harmonies leave you literally unable to look away. Which makes it hard to use the bathroom after all the beer you drink because of all the sweating you do sitting still……watching….waiting……for some kind of sign that these two really suck and you just caught them with a couple cool tunes…
NOT gonna happen. 🙂 See you there!”
