September 13th, 2022. This place has gone to the dogs.
Heather is singing at a dog park and I’m disappointed she hasn’t taken the time to think up more dog-oriented phrases. She could’ve had the audience HOWLING. Still, I HERD
September 11th, 2022. 9/11.
Today is September 11th, and though we’re off into the rain to play a gig in the Inner Harbor amongst fighter jets (flyover’s canceled) and ships (most sailing is canceled),
September 8th, 2022. Open Air Open Mic.
Every Thursday, as long as the weather allows, from 7-9ish we gather in Parking Lot D of Ellicott City, MD in the courtyard of the wonderful and wonderfully generous Little
September 2nd, 2022. Happy Touraversary.
September 2nd is a day that we ought to make a bigger deal out of perhaps, but it’s become a private celebration for Heather and I. It’s the anniversary of
September 1st, 2022. More Whimsy than Whimsy.
Sort of on a whim I bought us tickets to go see Cirque de Soleil tonight. Still nervous about big crowds – less the COVID side actually and moreso just
September 1st, 2022. A Good Thursday.
I’m doing that thing. You know the one. I’ve had breakfast and now I’m sitting in the strange non-silence of Baltimore, MD avoiding the start of my day. Distant crash
August 31st, 2022. Delicious Ketchup.
Saturday August 26th we woke up at Greg Klyma’s place and, since our gig in Sharon MA had been canceled, we just headed home. This turned out NOT to be
August 28th, 2022. Whimsy.
I was thinking about whimsy in art, and generally conclude that though in my Life there is little I Love MORE than whimsy, in music there’s little I Love less.
August 26th, 2022. Off to Massachusetts.
None too late we rolled into Glastonbury CT last night and spent a Lovely evening at Kristen’s mom’s house. An early dinner, an early night. We tuned into Live from
August 25th, 2022. Winterbound.
This morning we got up and OUT. And it was good to do so. The cat was unimpressed and walked away as we insisted upon our farewells, but he’s a