robilyaimy
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April 12th, 2004.
Sigh. Weird-ass dreams last night. Lobsters… the horrible lobsters in my PANTS!!! I mean, they didn’t have claws, but the Lloyd Lobsters had these bizarre mouth things – they were pretty fucked up. I had a lot of dreams last night… lobsters and this fantastic blonde, but I don’t remember much else. Sigh.
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April 11th, 2004.
The morning after. We played College Perk last night, and I hadn’t looked forward to anything quite like I’d been looking forward to this gig in quite a while. We played with Dan Zimmerman – which is always fun, we played at the College Perk – which is always fun, we played some old tunes…
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April 10th, 2004.
I haven’t looked forward to anything as much as I’ve been looking forward totonight’s show in quite a while. Keola and I have been just sort of jamming around on and off for about two days now, and – it reminds me of being in high school, when I had first discovered bass guitar –…
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April 9th, 2004.
As if rockstars didn’t have enough problems. After updating the website at the College Perk, we came back outside to find Pookie drinking out of our divet. [unfortunately, activities like this eventually led to Pookie’s demise… cute now… apparently someone pulled out onto Route 1 with him on their roof. Sigh. Hindsight. – rob 12/27/17]…
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April 8th, 2004.
We returned to the bar of 70’s decor… we returned to Polly Esther’s. Last night… we went back despite better judgement. Originally, Heather had been planning to go to some poetry slam… being the uncultured wretch that I am, I tend not to enjoy slams (don’t really like the competitive culture that surrounds them) and…
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April 7th, 2004.
Weird-ass store front. I can only hope that this particular window display will change once the Silver Spring Phillip’s actually opens. I think I’m finally beginning to realize that the Journal has taken the place of having a hobby outside of music. It’s the thing I just sort of fiddle with to pass the time,…
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April 6th, 2004.
We’re out on the road again, if not travelling extensively. I think I’m officially getting sick of being in Maryland, of knowing the streets and highways, and the unpredictable weather. At least we’re off to Ohio in two weeks. Friday night we played with Sarah Pinsker and the Stalking Horses. She is proud of her…
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04.04.04
We went to Polly Esther’s open mic to test out the new guitar. Though there were more people there than the photograph implies, it wasn’t by much. Peewee’s Big Adventure was in the DVD player, and it looped three times before we’d left. The night started off with Uncle Chunky, and I gloried in their…
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April 3rd, 2004.
So, I’m pretty familiar with the whole “if you don’t have anything nice to say, keep your mouth shut” concept, so I think that I’m not going to write much, and simply pull a Strangeland on my lips. I’ve had a glorious week of catching up with some friends who I’ve had no time for recently. I…
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March 27th, 2004.
The high-schoolers have come. Yes, we were fairly warned, but they came like locusts, decending upon the Lloydholme like a plague. There is techno pounding through the floor, with occassionally varied thumping. Cell phones are ringing and girls are screaming and boys are screaming and there is much, much, chocolate. And this is beyond the…