June 13th, 2021. Shifting.
I need to write the Tom Waits song of the past year and a half. War and Pestilence certainly came riding. A plague of locusts upon the land – which
June 12th, 2021. Dirty Pool.
Interesting. A friend excitedly posted about his #1 chart position on a site called N1M and though I’ve gotten emails from them I’d never really looked into it. I clicked
June 7th, 2021. It’s HAWT.
I’m taking the night off. I can do that, right? I deserve it? It’s okay? Yesterday we played in the BILLION DEGREE heat, fending off cicadas and gnats (and by
June 4th, 2021. Madness says I.
I’ve been just struck DOWN by spectacular fatigue in the middle of the day every day FOR days. Can’t focus. Brain-fog. TIRED. Not sure if I should be worried about
June 3rd, 2021. About going back to Open Mics.
I get asked this frequently… and I’m getting asked frequentlier – which is totally a word. I’ve probably got another Journal entry about it, but when I got asked today
May 26th, 2021. Farewell.
I don’t have much to say. I lost my father to cancer 16 years ago. Sharif lost his mother to it this morning. We both got to be there with
May 24th, 2021. Happy Birthday Bob Dylan. Here’s a bug.
I’ve never wished Bob Dylan “happy birthday” – but it’s his 80th and I’m catching up. I’m still not a fan, but I’ve come to really respect his writing as
More…May 24th, 2021. Happy Birthday Bob Dylan. Here’s a bug.
May 23rd, 2021. A good weekend.
But a weird one. Two wonderful shows, 95+ fun-Lovin’ degrees, billions of cicadas. And the strange disappointment of going back to normal and finding it to be so very, very
May 22nd, 2021. Farewell to the Farm.
This weekend was really powerful. Two separate gigs that hit me in two separate ways. Two separate communities. I’m slightly worried about trees and grass taking root in my lungs.
May 19th, 2021. Nymphs in the Dark.
After a really fantastic Live from the Lair with Joey we were helping him load out when I noticed the ground at our feet was WRITHING. Then we spent the