August 13th, 2004
I wanted to write about Tom and Diane and the amazing West Village Apartments when we came through Durham last week, but I am incredibly lazy and knew we’d be
August 12th, 2004.
Hehe. We’ve just passed Nutbush and Bollocksville. We’re heading for Richmond, and then to the 8.13 festival, which is practically the same thing as heading home . Before heading out,
August 11th, 2004.
Heather’s recording a tune, I’m listening. We switched seats a little while ago – I recorded PUSH, and Spine, Selkie. Old, old songs. I’m always afraid that I’ve got nothing
August 9th, 2004.
We’re back in Durham, and this time we have TIME for Durham. We have a moment to explore the strangely twisted trees and the strangely twisted streets, and our strangely
July 31st, 2004.
Some quick notes before bed… Heather’s reading the paper, cats are investigating our feet. They’re wandering how we came to land on them so delightfully. Yes, after the chaos of