March 7th, 2021. It’s March.
It’s March. So it’s a year. And I’m sad. My friend, who I didn’t know really well, but who was still my friend – has died. And I’m attending a
March 7th, 2021. Chirp.
As I’ve been moving the Journal I’ve been thinking about how many “can’t sleep” entries there are and about how there haven’t been any of those recently mostly because it’s
March 2nd, 2021. Hugh McGowan.
I just got word from Jake Bush that Hugh had been ill this weekend and has passed away. I know he was one of our first friends in the Boston
March 1st, 2021. The past is passed. Good riddance.
I’m so grateful I get to update myself. I’m small enough that not too many people point it out. I’d like to think I’ve never been TOO awful in public
February 25th, 2020. IMT is aight.
So – here’s something I MEANT to say at the show last night: I had started off talking about how we wouldn’t be doing any of this without the weekly
February 19th, 2021. Snow day show day.
My elbows hurt. A lot of me hurts. Playing last night, shoveling ice this morning, spending too much time on the computer, knowing the world would be better if I
February 13th, 2021. I’m a lotta me.
Well – I work with a bunch of different organizations and they all do ALMOST exactly the same thing – but different enough to not really be competing with one
February 7th, 2021. Happy Birthday.
By the time I click “publish” on this it will have been a year since we were all last together. I would’ve been at the New Deal for a while
February, 1st, 2021. I DO Love that Snow so STFU.
I think one of the first times I was aware of something shitting on something I Loved simply for the sake of knocking down something someone else was enjoying was
January 24th, 2021. This one goes here…
It’s a slow Sunday. I’ve occupied myself. I’ve created a pedal board MESS that may or may not be what I want it to be, I’ve done a lot of