July 15th, 2021. Joel Pomerantz.
(above : Joel Pomerantz performing at my Capital City Cheesecake open mic in Takoma Park, MD in February of 2013) Joel Pomerantz died Thursday morning. He’d had a stroke about
July 12th, 2021. Ellicott City.
This weekend was SUPPOSED to be very busy, and then it wasn’t. I don’t pivot particularly well and my workload, when suddenly slurped out the airlock of my schedule tends
July 8th, 2021.
On the day that the smallest things become huge, and the heart weighs heavy with nothing to confess. When night brings unconsciousness, not rest and the hour in which all
July 4th, 2021. Boom.
I’m pleasantly beat. Not exhausted necessarily, but ready to be done with my day. Foof. Soo here’s the weekend in pictorial form.
July 2nd, 2021. Week tea.
It’s the last slow day, the last quiet night. For a while at least. And that’s a good thing. I’ve gotten slack and slow and I can’t wait to swing
June 28th, 2021. You Can’t Handle the Troof.
(a picture from that time we visited the Roswell museum in 2007? It seems appropriate) Damn. Do you remember when Scientific American was a prestigious scientific magazine that your NASA
June 27th, 2021. A good weekend.
(above : Mama Saray and Kim Gravatt join us for a post-performance selfie…) There was a lot of weekend in this weekend. And in the old-style sense of a musician’s
June 22nd, 2021. Well, let’s do this.
We went to an OPEN MIC tonight. Which was – well, we weren’t sure what it was going to be but it turned out to be simply a perfect night.
June 21st, 2021. Band Practice.
Band practice is such a decidedly delicious thing. Even as the weather heats up and outdoors feels like “stepping into a dog’s mouth”, as Rowan put it last night –
June 18th, 2021. Today is today.
I’d planned for today to be a no-screen day but that didn’t get too far. I’m reading a book on my screen. I’m writing the Journal on the screen. I’m