June 3rd, 2021. About going back to Open Mics.
I get asked this frequently… and I’m getting asked frequentlier – which is totally a word. I’ve probably got another Journal entry about it, but when I got asked today
May 26th, 2021. Farewell.
I don’t have much to say. I lost my father to cancer 16 years ago. Sharif lost his mother to it this morning. We both got to be there with
May 24th, 2021. Happy Birthday Bob Dylan. Here’s a bug.
I’ve never wished Bob Dylan “happy birthday” – but it’s his 80th and I’m catching up. I’m still not a fan, but I’ve come to really respect his writing as
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May 23rd, 2021. A good weekend.
But a weird one. Two wonderful shows, 95+ fun-Lovin’ degrees, billions of cicadas. And the strange disappointment of going back to normal and finding it to be so very, very
May 22nd, 2021. Farewell to the Farm.
This weekend was really powerful. Two separate gigs that hit me in two separate ways. Two separate communities. I’m slightly worried about trees and grass taking root in my lungs.
May 19th, 2021. Nymphs in the Dark.
After a really fantastic Live from the Lair with Joey we were helping him load out when I noticed the ground at our feet was WRITHING. Then we spent the
May 16th, 2021. Battloids in the Parking Lot.
It was really great to get out of the house and strut around a stage – even if it was a loading dock. Getting the sound gear OUT of the
May 15th, 2021. My calling ain’t calling.
As I transfer the Journal of course there’s just tons and tons of photographs from my open mics. There are fond memories, bad memories, weird memories. Good deeds and bad.
May 9th, 2021. It Just Costs Too Much.
I feel like no-one’s talking about the dangers of infrastructure attacks. It should be something flashing red on peoples’ screens, but much like the Pandemic and, on an even greater
May 6th, 2021. Bleh.
Last night’s show was a little rough. It started off beautifully. I was so happy to be there, so joyous to set up and play. But my Saturn had some