July 2nd, 2021. Week tea.
It’s the last slow day, the last quiet night. For a while at least. And that’s a good thing. I’ve gotten slack and slow and I can’t wait to swing
June 28th, 2021. You Can’t Handle the Troof.
(a picture from that time we visited the Roswell museum in 2007? It seems appropriate) Damn. Do you remember when Scientific American was a prestigious scientific magazine that your NASA
June 27th, 2021. A good weekend.
(above : Mama Saray and Kim Gravatt join us for a post-performance selfie…) There was a lot of weekend in this weekend. And in the old-style sense of a musician’s
June 22nd, 2021. Well, let’s do this.
We went to an OPEN MIC tonight. Which was – well, we weren’t sure what it was going to be but it turned out to be simply a perfect night.
June 21st, 2021. Band Practice.
Band practice is such a decidedly delicious thing. Even as the weather heats up and outdoors feels like “stepping into a dog’s mouth”, as Rowan put it last night –
June 18th, 2021. Today is today.
I’d planned for today to be a no-screen day but that didn’t get too far. I’m reading a book on my screen. I’m writing the Journal on the screen. I’m
June 13th, 2021. Shifting.
I need to write the Tom Waits song of the past year and a half. War and Pestilence certainly came riding. A plague of locusts upon the land – which
June 12th, 2021. Dirty Pool.
Interesting. A friend excitedly posted about his #1 chart position on a site called N1M and though I’ve gotten emails from them I’d never really looked into it. I clicked
June 7th, 2021. It’s HAWT.
I’m taking the night off. I can do that, right? I deserve it? It’s okay? Yesterday we played in the BILLION DEGREE heat, fending off cicadas and gnats (and by
June 4th, 2021. Madness says I.
I’ve been just struck DOWN by spectacular fatigue in the middle of the day every day FOR days. Can’t focus. Brain-fog. TIRED. Not sure if I should be worried about