March 16th, 2019.
Today we dropped in at an old, old haunt. On the one hand, dropping into the Coffee Amici open mic ALWAYS means we don’t have someone paying for our music
June 16th, 2017.
West bound somewhere in Ohio – hating my Surface. I don’t mean my skin – I mean the device on which I’m typing. Set aside the whole shattered screen debacle
April 16th, 2017.
We’re driving east across the northern edge of Ohio, flat lands all around us, Paul Simon singing on the stereo, distant contrails etching the sky above the flat-bottomed clouds. It’s
March 15th, 2010.
My fingers are freezing. We haven’t seen the sun in what seems like weeks and my body’sgot the lethargy of slow, sluggish, glutinous, cold blood. It stiffens every part of
November 15th, 2009.
Findlay, OH. The open mic that we’d so Loved a couple of months ago delivered what it had promised and we played to a very full room, a very attentive
July 31st, 2009.
The rain is hammering us, pinning us to Maryland. Passing a hearse and a funeral caravan, looming out of the storm, I guess that corpse is getting an appropriate day.