May 16th, 2021. Battloids in the Parking Lot.
It was really great to get out of the house and strut around a stage – even if it was a loading dock. Getting the sound gear OUT of the
May 15th, 2021. My calling ain’t calling.
As I transfer the Journal of course there’s just tons and tons of photographs from my open mics. There are fond memories, bad memories, weird memories. Good deeds and bad.
May 9th, 2021. It Just Costs Too Much.
I feel like no-one’s talking about the dangers of infrastructure attacks. It should be something flashing red on peoples’ screens, but much like the Pandemic and, on an even greater
May 6th, 2021. Bleh.
Last night’s show was a little rough. It started off beautifully. I was so happy to be there, so joyous to set up and play. But my Saturn had some
May 5th, 2021.
Ugh. That moment when you realize you were raised in the 80s but came of age in the 90s (so internalized is the notion that they’ll leave you alone if
May the Forth Be With You. And Also With You.
Didn’t sleep. Up at 4. Decided to GET up by 5. Got productive. Which is good. Have nausea-level fatigue which is not. But that means I’m not entirely focused while
May 1st, 2021. Sidewalk Serenades.
Muhahahaha! Racing around Baltimore, setting up, strutting, breaking down and racing off! It’s like NERFA but with cars! This was an absurd amount of fun and … absolutely exhausting! I
April 26th, 2021. Slipping.
I’m trying to change my perspective. A willful alteration of the illusion to engage a sense of vertigo. I want to convince my body that the waves are still and
