September 1st, 2022. A Good Thursday.
I’m doing that thing. You know the one. I’ve had breakfast and now I’m sitting in the strange non-silence of Baltimore, MD avoiding the start of my day. Distant crash
April 5th, 2015.
We’ve been running hard for a couple of days now and my mouth tastes like too much coffee and my eyes feel like too little sleep. I-90 west has us
January 17th, 2007.
Sharif finally gets a real piano on the new album. A baby grand, but a grand nonetheless. It’s amazing what a difference it makes, not just in the sound, but
September 21st, 2006.
The Skellig show last night skated on the edge of disaster. Traffic endeavoured to make us late. Whitney came with us, and though she claims to be impressed with what
May 29th, 2006.
Thursday afternoon, wandering in search of the Rose Garden in Upton, MA, we find a town fair going on across the street. The bear didn’t ACTUALLY have ice cream on
December 16th, 2004.
Happy birthday, high school crush. Aleithea, if we ever cross paths again, your’s is the ONLY birthday that has ever stuck in my head. Boston is full of the brightness.
December 14th, 2004.
The moment we leave Providence, the clouds start breaking up. Here in Somerville (effectively part of Boston) – well, we’re visiting with my old, old friend, Whitney – and her
October 24th, 2003.
We’re back at Shane’s for the weekend – we arrived in Philadelphia last night and went out to get about $125 worth of sushi – blowing our budget (but at
October 22, 2003.
Tonight was an excellent night – last night we’d played the Skellig in Waltham – and the host, Hugh McGowan, invited us to come play his OTHER open mic –
October 21st, 2003.
I’m sitting in the dark. Nothing wrong with it. Just dark. I’ve been dreaming all night. Fever dreams churned out by sleeping on the floor to the tune of an