robilyaimy
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December 7th, 2003.
Travelling at 70 down I-80 at 6. The moon’s nothing more than an amorphous stain, high in the sky, and the sun itself has vanished into a multi-coloured strip, fading quickly into the black of the Indiana sky. There are moments when I’m so happy with this Life. Car concerns, weather concerns, any fears of…
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December 4th, 2003.
Such a good show at the Cricket on the Hill tonight. Exquisite sound, my guitar sounded like the half-bass hybrid beast it’s meant to sound like – met really wonderful people, including the band Sensei. Jason, back home, would’ve Loved them. Sort of like the entirety of the Ocean’s 11 soundtrack, Live before us. Jennie…
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December 3rd, 2003
I’ve finally figured it out – what real people do on Thanksgiving. Americans don’t sit around the table talking turkey and politics and what they’re thankful for (okay, MY family does do all that on a yearly basis, but what sort of freaks are WE?). Americans are A.D.D. like crazy. They get bored. And there…
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December 5th, 2003.
Somewhere on I-88 in Illinois. We just saw a really spectacular shooting star. It’s not even fully dark yet, and this thing went streaking across the sky like a flaming prince. (Terry Pratchett reference, anyone?). (Listening to Adam Day… and now Buffy – the Musical) Last night we crashed with Kyle Knapp, in Omaha. All…
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December 1st, 2003.
The first day of December explodes upon us with a ferocity of molten dawn. Our room faces South East, and the sun gets up early and wants to know how much we depend on it. Today we made our way out to Arvada, Colorado – and I’m writing from some Interstate or another, hunting for…
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November 30th, 2003.
Right from the beginning, we knew that travelling out to the midwest wasn’t going to be the smartest business plan in the world, and the fact that we’ve played half-a-dozen gigs and twice as many open mics belies the fact that we meant this was almost as more of a vacation than an actual part…
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November 29th, 2003.
I”m feeling bad because the last week or so has been filled with very little activity. Of course, I’m not sure how much activity one can expect out of a musician with a head cold and a sore throat, but – well, there’s so much to do that doesn’t involve singing. At the moment, I’m…
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November 27th, 2003.
It’s Thanksgiving morning and we’re going back to Jennie’s feeling pretty good about ourselves. 10 CDs sold tonight – almost a record. Friendly people, including a guy who’s giving us a two page list of every venue he’s found in Denver, Fort Collins, Boulder and Colorado Springs. A good night indeed. And a waitress who…
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November 26th, 2003.
Approaching Boulder today in the dark was like mirrored stars climbing the sky. There were rivers of light that fountained up from the horizon, and it take a moment for our perspective to shift and realize that we were seeing towns on the face of the mountains. A beautiful drive tonight – lost on the…
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November 24th, 2003.
Jennie has caught microbes. Virus beasts and germ laden sneezes are hovering just out of vision, surrounding us at every turn. We’re taking care of her, and avoiding sickness ourselves, with doses of vitamins and sleep. At least sunshine is now in abundance. For a few days it was grey and downy, like the inside…