September 13th, 2022. This place has gone to the dogs.
Heather is singing at a dog park and I’m disappointed she hasn’t taken the time to think up more dog-oriented phrases. She could’ve had the audience HOWLING. Still, I HERD
May 15th, 2022. Hush.
Happy Sunday. Third Sunday in a row to have my open mic rained out. So far it’s just not even going to get started, which is frustrating to say the
September 28th, 2021. Get to the end of the week.
I’ve got the dreadfeels this morning. Last night’s open mic felt like a good warm room, but the protest songs were thick and on the one hand that made me
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
October 6th, 2019. I am BEAT.
And what I REALLY mean – I’m beat because we’ve played a LOT of really amazing shows over the past several weeks. Whether it’s churches in NY, festivals in Massachusetts,
May 12th, 2019.
It’s been a long week. Kicking off with running sound down in Alexandria and a night at Teavolve that had its ups and downs (with the feature not showing up
July 6th, 2016.
I often try the mental exercise of placing myself in my father’s shoes. Not literally (well, when I was a kid I certainly did, swiping a pair of my dad’s
May 19th, 2016.
Ugh. Sleep was not satisfying last night. I snuggled down and read, curled in blankets (I’m so grateful for this extended cool weather), and slowly drowsed through a couple of
December 31st, 2015.
I haven’t been writing a lot. I suppose that’s okay. 2015 has been a great year personally, but a really rough one for the world, and I think I’d grown
June 14th, 2015.
We’re crossing the Connecticut River and we are hot, exhausted, dusty, gritty and beat. Yesterday morning we got up relatively early in Philadelphia, PA, piled into the car and drive
