March 4th, 2022. I-85 & War.
When we return from a trip, which for much of my Life has meant “Tour” but I’ve often called The Trip, there’s certainly the feeling of coming back to the
February 20th, 2022.
Bad morning. A friend’s got COVID and not the easy kind… a friend’s friend’s wife just died and then the friend’s friend (both known faces from the local music scene)
February 19th, 2022. Going to Georgia.
Ah, to be in traffic again. Kristen and I are going to Georgia and find ourselves swiftly getting over the nostalgia of traffic on I-95. Kristen’s father shall be getting
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
October 3rd, 2005.
Strange how autumn sprang upon us. Of course, in all honesty, the air is still very summery. but the nights are getting cooler. I’m creeping my head closer and closer
September 29th, 2005.
Feel the funk y’all. Uh. Huh. UNGH! Yeah, dancing in Nicole’s Living room, listening to Jungle Boogie. On the floor, doing my patented Jungle Rob Writhe. Ladies… swoon… SWOON I
January 28th, 2005.
Oh my GOD what a night. Our first real show at the Six String Cafe and I feel we may have blown some people’s minds. Not to be arogant, but
January 27th, 2005.
An eventful day. I almost killed four cats. One because he was whiny all day, one because I mistook him for the one that was whining all day, and the
January 26th, 2005.
We’ve landed in Durham again, and after a slight key fiasco, are relaxing into the airy warmth of Tom and Diane’s place. Heather’s got a cold (if you want to
October 21st, 2004.
It’s 2am and the cats have given up. For the last 24 hours, perhaps 30, I’ve been sick as a dog (though, to my experience, sick as a cat is
