February 24th, 2023. It’s Not a Tour. It’s a Trip.
It’s good to be riding again. I ain’t driving. Don’t be silly. I 95, the rhythm of pines, sun striking in golden slats betwixt the trees and Soundgarden on the
September 26th, 2015.
We’re headed north. And not a moment too soon. The lowland countries that we’ve been occupying for the past week or so are supposed to be receiving rains, rains and
March 18th, 2015.
Feeling tense. Bad dreams more than anything else. I’m a little behind in getting things done, but I’m often a little behind in getting things done. Stupid open mic stress
March 15th, 2015.
This morning I’m beat. When we’re home, the constant flip flop of going from musician schedule to folk star schedule and back again is probably aging more than anything else
November 2nd, 2009.
I haven’t been to a rock show in a long time. Not intentionally. Not to one where I wasn’t thinking “really? Are we the ONLY people playing ACOUSTIC instruments at
March 9th, 2008.
Would you LIKE the story that begins with playing “It Ain’t Unusual” by Tom Jones and ends with slaying the black widow in Daryl Hannah’s El Camino’s engine block? Enticing,
May 28th, 2007.
It’s a morning. Friday night we had a tiny show at Mr. Toad’s Coffee Roasters in Cary , North Carolina – and saw a number of people that I hadn’t
November 17th, 2006.
Heather and I looking high and low for food on the streets of Asheville, NC as Keren Lee documents. (Yes, Heather’s using a tricorder while I use the ole “visual
April 28th, 2006.
I’m happy for my brother. All this marriage stuff… I’m also sorry for him. Absolute chaos. I’ve been painting numbers on to little circles which are being glued on to
March 11th, 2006.
I normally like cats. I have no problem with either their arrogance, their aloofness, or their hedonism. I feel that I sort of relate to these traits… However, I definitely