April 4th, 2009.
Sunset’s coming down hard in Belleville, IL and I’m thinking about eyes. The human race had nothing but dark brown eyes until a couple of millenia ago at which point
April 4th, 2009.
It’s been something of a long day. And it hasn’t let up yet. We got up, practiced for about an hour with Jeff Wheeler to get him warmed up to
April 2nd, 2009.
It’s always frustrating when something you were looking forward to doesn’t quite fly as planned. Especially since we’ve had a series of really great nights, the performance last night on
March 31st, 2009.
We’re counting down exits on our way to Columbia, Missouri after playing the open mic at the Saint Charles Coffeehouse in Saint Peters where we received one of our best
October 28th, 2008.
It’s a cold night in Missouri. The first frost has fallen outside, sugar-coating the Saturn and the grass and windows outside. I Love the cold and I’m glad to have
October 27th, 2008.
Slowly Rowan and i make our way towards departure. My attention has been drawn to a song by Gordon Lightfoot called “On Susan’s Floor” which seems unduly appropriate: “Like crippled
April 6th, 2008.
It’s a beautiful day somewhere in Indiana. Moments ago it was a beautiful day in Illinois and shortly I expect it to continue being a beautiful day in Kentucky. There’s
April 4th, 2008.
SO, there are likely coincidences and there are unlikely coincidences. When a couple walked up to rob and I in a crowded Asheville, NC, coffeehouse to ask directions because they
October 14th, 2007.
By now we’re back at Susan’s in Belleville, IL and we have crept in like mice, silent and padded of foot. Jeff is here too but everyone’s asleep and so we
April 26th, 2007.
The remainder of our time in Belleville went entirely too fast. Susan and the birds are good company, and her house there is about as comfortable as any we’ve stayed