November 23rd, 2019. “Home” and Home.
It always sucks to read about what’s going on back home because it never seems to be good stuff. The strip mall down the street from us burned down –
June 19th, 2009.
I Love crossing paths with other performers. I Love the surprise of running across someone familiar in an alien place – or even just someone of a familiar archetype. Despite
June 17th, 2009.
Last night was more insanity than is generally allowed. And for good reason – as I sit here with a bowl of frosted mini-wheats and apples and try to piece
January 27th, 2009.
Send me money to end drunk driving. I mean… er… to end hunger in Africa? Stop AIDS? Perhaps together we can give everyone a home or at least a hot
January 25th, 2009.
What a night. Nick of Jack Sprat? You get a billion points. The first million for booking us. Another million for booking Kapow!Music and another million for the Whiskey Smugglers
January 24th, 2009.
We’re wandering through the leaf-strewn streets of downtown Raleigh and the night’s closed in like a fist. We’re discussing kittens and following Jamie to Jack Sprat. Last night’s show at
March 6th, 2008.
A great combination of virtuosity and “fuck you”. I vote that THAT’S a pretty flattering endorsement. Last night we ended up at an open mic at a place called the
March 5th, 2008.
A long day, a long night. Wet on both counts, good on both counts. Heather and I got up late and got moving late. We drove out to Chapel Hill
December 18th, 2007.
I imagine that it’s funny how I think about relationships. I have a couple of little triggers that make me think “success” or “failure”. The automatic cooperation that comes with
December 4th, 2007.
It’s been a long time since I’ve made a Journal entry. A really, really long time. Lots of things have been going on – but most of them haven’t been