August 13th, 2004
I wanted to write about Tom and Diane and the amazing West Village Apartments when we came through Durham last week, but I am incredibly lazy and knew we’d be
August 4th, 2004.
DeeAnn, our hostess, has been prodding at rob and I to let her take us out on her boat this week. After Hurricane Alex passed quietly in the night, we
July 27th, 2004.
The first thing people say to you when they hear you are a touring musician is almost always this wistful, smiling, admiration-intoned cliche: “You’re living the dream.” I’ve commented on
July 4, 2004
I can’t remember what I did for most of my 24 birthdays, but for some reason I seem to know exactly where I’ve been on Independence Day almost every year
June 15, 2004
It’s pouring in Indianapolis. I thought we might make it through our two-days of camping dry-shod, but that’s not the case. Still, with the way storms have been moving across
June 6, 2004
Yesterday I visited my first American bus station, and though I’d never been to one before … it was almost like I had. So much of it was this perfect
June 4, 2004
So in the cicada theme of seizing the day, I’ve resurrected an ancient idea of mine: to self-publish a chat-book of poetry. I’m finally getting to the point where I
May 22, 2004
It’s weird when you get to the point where people chastize you for not making a big enough deal over yourself or some event that is yours. It’s an incredible
April 28th, 2004.
After the radio show Sunday, rob was really tired, but I find that we live so much at night these days that I crave sunshine, and I was determined to
April 23rd, 2004.
Somewhere on I-76, racing through Ohio, waiting for something to change. Anything. We realized before that Ohio is boring. I was perfectly prepared for Nebraska to be the worst state