January 22, 2005.
This made us worry about what happens in that Vault basement band room. I’ve been quiet because I’ve been panicked. And when I get to freaking out, I feel like
December 14th, 2004.
I’ve been having an excruciatingly clumsy two days. During that time, I have: Hit myself in the right knee with the drum. Slipped and fell on a hardwood floor and
Dec. 7, 2004
Today is my mother’s birthday. It is also Pearl Harbor Day. My mother was not born on the actual Pearl Harbor Day. So there you go. Happy Birthday, Mom. –
November 24th, 2004.
So tired. The weather is throwing me. The afternoons are looking too much like twilight, and I wake up honestly not knowing whether I am entering the day or leaving
October 19, 2004
On a three-block strip of Market Street, peeking around the Spanish moss-laden trees, are a handful of funky small shops run out of old houses. On the corner of Market
September 29th, 2004.
Okay, so the journal has been a little dull, in my opinion, which warrants an explanation, I feel. I’ve been sick for the last week or so, ducking out of
September 15th, 2004.
We won the Takoma Park Folk Festival, which I have to admit I am still giddy about. The win was really secondary to how good I felt based on the response
September 9th, 2004
Rob and I were coming home from an open mic last night. I was thinking about, not the night’s performance, but about how I carry myself in general. I have
September 2nd, 2004.
With My Regards to Ernie Pyle. Wanderlust has always been one of my favorite words in the English language. It tumbles more than rolls off the tounge and sounds exactly
Aug. 22 Lone Heather’s NewSong Adventure – Day 3
I arrived early to the Blue Cardinal Café, the official early-morning open mic, in the hopes I would be luckier than I was yesterday and snag a slot. I didn’t