robilyaimy
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April 27th, 2004.
Sitting at Sarah’s, being fed by her boy, Matt. We did NOT know that he’d gone to culinary school. Good lord. I want to draw his ear to my mouth and whisper… “Last night was amazing”. Filet mignon and potato salad made with hot ballpark mustard. This morning, we awoke to steak and eggs with…
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April 26th, 2004.
Yes, the pagans. So many conversations, so out of my depth – the speaker’s name was Sam Webster – Google him and read. I don’t feel that I’m dumb, but I certainly couldn’t comprehend half of what it was that he was writing. Maybe I was only half paying attention – but even half paying…
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April 25th, 2004.
It’s a lazy day. Exhausted from carrying far, far too much musical equipment back and forth and back and forth and back and forth across the Oberlin campus, we find our heroes crashing on couches in the Aaron Abode. Aabode? Hrm. Keola has to be back for work, so he’s on the road, driving steadily…
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April 24th, 2004.
Oberlin Ohio, as has been related, is absolutely beautiful, though perhaps too small for my taste. It’s bigger than California (7 numbered streets and three cross streets named after fruit), but not by much. Our host, Aaron, gave us a patch of floor and a tour and then let us loose, as he was neck…
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April 23rd, 2004.
Somewhere on I-76, racing through Ohio, waiting for something to change. Anything. We realized before that Ohio is boring. I was perfectly prepared for Nebraska to be the worst state ever to pass through. But Ohio… Ohio is bland stretches of nothing whihc gently fade into grey horizons, in a never-ending almost mist of rain..…
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April 22nd, 2004
Oh, my God, the font is a different color [yeah, yeah, yeah, meaning NOWADAYS “the category is set to ‘Heather’” – rob 12/27/17] – That could only mean one thing: Heather’s writing her first journal entry in about … forever. We went to a great open mic tonight and I was compelled to record the…
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April 20th, 2004.
Ah, the infamous 4.20. There’s a party here tonight that I’m eager to miss. We went and wandered around South Side Pittsburgh, window shopping and snacking, grocery shopping and snacking, and venue shopping and sushi slurping. A good day in all – beautiful outside, and I really Love walking around this city. I Love the…
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April 19th, 2004.
From somewhere just North of the Pennsylvania line – I-70, listening to Ellis Paul: It’d be cool to be singer/songwriter owner/operators – musicians who also own a big 18-wheeler. We’d pull our rig into the little coffeehouse, carefully parellel parking – and we’d HAVE to end the gig by 11 cause we’ve got a load…
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April 18th, 2004.
The New Deal festival was… wonderful. The whole day was wonderful. But we’re back “home” in Owings Mills, and my body feels like it’s been beaten by large men with sticks. I’ve spent the whole day being social and friendly and on my feet and in the sun, and I didn’t realize how tired I…
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April 17th, 2004.
I’m getting roadsick. Not, as the word may imply, sick of the road, but rather following the nomenclature of the word “homesick”. Missing the road. Next week we head out again, thank goodness, lest I go stir crazy. I’ve caught my inner-monologue plotting destruction and mischeif, and I’m afraid that those around me don’t really…