November 12-15, 2005
Ah, to be the hero of half-empty small town bars, or to fight for attention in mid-time music halls? It’s the age-old question: is it better to be the big
October, 1, 2005
“Wake me up when September ends,” is the Green Day line splashed all over FM radio at the moment, and so it is – Happy October. Month of fall, of
September 14th, 2005.
The Beatles, “Let It Be,” just came on the satellite radio here at Perk, the first chord timed with my first keystroke and determining the subject of this entry. Rob brings
July 6th, 2005.
So for yesterday my specific “thesis question” was centered around why we take road trips, and why we expect them to be what we think they are. Yesterday evening, as I
June 1st, 2005.
There is something about music festival culture that changes the way time works. The days are extended and run into each other. Late-a.m. bedtimes, delayed by jams and the noise
May 25th, 2005.
I am ridiculously happy, and that does not happen often. After six years, I am back in New Orleans . I deem today the “Greatest Day of All Time” and
May 22th, 2005.
Back from the Susquehanna Music and Arts Festival and leaving for the second leg of the trip today. The contest went well. I never expected to win anything, but I
April 27th, 2005.
It’s the other one. Yes, I know it’s been a while since I’ve written, but with the being at home and the caring for personal business, I didn’t feel like
January 22, 2005.
This made us worry about what happens in that Vault basement band room. I’ve been quiet because I’ve been panicked. And when I get to freaking out, I feel like
December 14th, 2004.
I’ve been having an excruciatingly clumsy two days. During that time, I have: Hit myself in the right knee with the drum. Slipped and fell on a hardwood floor and