robilyaimy
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September 26th, 2003.
Randomly ran into Rose Palanzani tonight at an extremely high-talent open mike in Natick, Massachusetts… however you spell that damned state. Soo tired. Got lost looking for food. Found pizza instead. Heather, in pointing out the bathroom thing, fails to mention the linguistics involved in Will describing #1. “He likes to use the shower as…
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September 25, 2003.
Last night was another of our disappointment moments. The Desert Rain, or wherever we were going last night… two addresses, one from openmikes.com and one from their website. Relatively close together, we couldn’t get a person on the phone, but went on the basis that their website was very very up to date. – Sigh.…
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09.25
I am currently sitting in the living room of the famous Will Schaff. We walked in at 4 a.m. a couple days ago and he emerged through the door, visually everything I expected: six feet tall, lanky but very strong-looking in his torn and beaten-to-hell black jeans and button-down shirt, missing buttons replaced with safety…
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September 24th, 2003.
Will Schaff is just as I remembered. All of the energy – the hyper movement of feet – constant climbing. Heather and Freddie. We reached Rhode Island at 4 in the morning, pulled in next to police officers and weeds (they revealed themselves as flowers in the morning). We’re staying with an old friend from college…
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September 23, 2003.
The CD release was amazing. [HOW ARE THERE NO PICTURES OF THIS?!?!?!?!? – rob 1/2/18] Isabelle (hurricane) left us standing amidst chaos and broken limbs. Houses reduced to twisted lumber, and neighbourhoods left in the dark for days. Nothing new for this summer. I’m sure if you added it up, we’ve had our 40 days…
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September 18, 2003.
5.30 am at a Kinkos. It reminds me of college. Getting sleepy and slowly beginning to make errors that daylight will catch instantly. Heather turned in hours ago. Banners and posters and signs, oh my.
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September 15th, 2003.
Sigh, potential panic. Pulled in at the Gryphon Cafe in Wayne, PA. It’s our last stop before heading home, and it looks like there’s the potential of us having ANOTHER flat tire. It looks similar to the first one – (which was totally, and unequivocably my fault – puddle racing in the Saturn – bad…
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Sept. 13, 2003
Being held tenderly by black men. There’s a scraping low five from Jayson as I read that line out loud, a gesture of friendship I’ve never quite gotten the hang of. I remain awkward white boy. Jayson. In high school, I’d begun a slow journey towards attempted bad-assery. By my senior year my hair had…
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Sept. 13th, 2003.
Whee! Us being all touristy. “After rob goes to bed INDEED!!!” I lie awake for hours, waiting for Heather’s return. The cool weather of fall has arrived, making New York beautiful like Baltimore after a rain. Heather’s a creature of exceeding warmth and I lie huddled under flannel sheets, shivering, waiting for her return. Chocolate…
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Sept 12th, 2003.
New York, NY It’s been sort of busy in New York. Lots of moving the car so we avoid the street cleaners, lots of walking and figuring out the subway and avoiding the really good-smelling food that I want so much. I think when this trip is over, it will somehow have managed to ruin…