August 1st, 2005.
Wow, the last couple of days have been a roller coaster for moods and for optimism and pressure-cooker angst. After Thursday night in Putnam I was pretty much on top
April 28th, 2005.
Late night. Played a good gig with Hugh McGowan at the Burren last night. He played some percussion… well… he played drum through the latter-half of our first set, and
April 27th, 2005.
It’s the other one. Yes, I know it’s been a while since I’ve written, but with the being at home and the caring for personal business, I didn’t feel like
April 27th, 2005.
A quick note before bed. I Love my friends. We arrived well after midnight in the clutches of an old, old friend from high school, Whitney. We sat in her
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.
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