July 5th, 2009.
Too sleepy. I definitely want my bed to be back under me, blankets wrapped tight around me – it’s actually been sleeping weather recently, a rarity in the DC area.
June 9th, 2009.
We’re at an open mic at Java Grande in Ellicott City, MD. Not too much going on, yet absolutely excellent players – but nothing I’m terribly in the mood for.
May 3rd, 2009.
Oh man, horrible dreams last night. Bizarre organic ones coming from out of the black and into my head. Mostly just images. Looking in the mirror and realizing that there
March 30th, 2009.
The Shanti – far from being the difficult show I was expecting, was absolutely fantastic. More fun than Columbus, actually. There’s nothing like coming into a bar you know and
March 26th, 2009.
Baltimore’s already nothing but a brief glow behind us, catching the clouds on fire and blending into the taillights of those headed East-bound in the rearview. Heather and I are
January 23rd, 2009.
Okay. I guess it’s time for the Journal to take a twist. I must admit I’ve been kind of down for a long time, it’s been difficult to make things
January 28th, 2008.
For some reason, the last several days have been utterly exhausting. I feel like I’ve been running back and forth, both hither and tither, maybe even helter and skelter. Last
May 16th, 2004.
Sitting through movies while the body knits. Well, Mara knits – rob and Heather heal. In the past few days we’ve watched Troy – Brennan and Tori came by and
February 17th, 2004.
We checked out the Funk Box last night. Awesome. I know where I want to play. Somehow, we’re going to go play the Funk Box. Angie Aparo’s going to be