August 24th, 2022. Bad Dreams.
As a species, I often sit in awe of what we are able to do. As a NEW species, I am FLABBERGASTED by what computers can do – and though
August 23rd, 2022. Faster Meg Faster… f’real.
“Faster Meg, Faster!” I dreamt I was in an old, creaky house, flirting with my old high school girlfriend Meg. We were raucous and silly and strange. (just as we
August 21, 2022. The Race.
I woke up out of breath this morning muttering “faster Meg, FASTER!” after apparently laughing unnervingly in my sleep for quite some time. Explanations may be in order. But first
August 18th, 2022. Open Air Open Mic.
Well, alright then. Every Thursday from 7-9ish we gather in Parking Lot D of Ellicott City, MD in the courtyard of the wonderful and wonderfully generous Little Market Cafe. Signup
August 14th, 2022. Oops. There goes the other ankle.
Heather and I were talking on the drive home from Hybridoma last night, about how our last several weeks of gigs have been extremely satisfying, good for the soul, while
August 11th, 2022. My brother said it better. I’ve got an open mic.
This may seem a weirdly personal post about my open mic, but it’s what’s in my head – plus it all DOES tie together… you’ll see. So here’s my brother
More…August 11th, 2022. My brother said it better. I’ve got an open mic.
August 10th, 2022. Safeway.
We’re fragile creatures. Strange vats of seething electrochemical energy. Static meat animated by static. You get one thing off and the whole creature goes a little bit mad. Not enough
August 6th, 2022. Musikfest.
Musikfest was grueling and beautiful. It felt very ALIVE and that’s something I’ve not been feeling outside of music for quite sometime. Gigs all this past month have brought about
August 5th, 2022. Distracted.
I’d been writing a Journal entry as we were driving north on I-83 and I’m really bummed that it’s mysteriously vanished. I can’t even blame The Cloud. Or the CLOUDS.
August 2nd, 2022.
It’s been such a rollercoaster of emotions and joys and stresses over the course of July. I’ve been Living, not writing. I’ve relied on others to shoot the photos and