January 22nd, 2018.
I hate it. I hate how my brain just rehashes, reviews, reshows things. It’s 2.30 in the morning and my brain keeps sending tendrils of awareness through every inch of
November 9th, 2017.
Sitting in traffic on I-66 – a long, very straight 35mph road clogged with SUVs and food trucks at 3 in the afternoon. We’re creeping at 10 miles an hour
July 22nd, 2017.
An open letter to our heroes. I don’t mean Superman and I don’t really mean our cops and first responders. I mean the people that we come to admire –
October 4th, 2015.
The first 48 hours of being home was remarkably self-indulgent. I slept the HELL out of Friday morning, eventually got up and went to a local massage parlor called Happy
March 29th, 2015.
Mmm. What an amazing pair of shows over the last 48 hours or so. Friday night we joined forces with Matt Nakoa up at the Blue and Grey in Gettysburg,
May 11th, 2010.
This past weekend was brutal, but I Love brutal weekends, so I’m not going to complain. A frenzy of gigs that left us excitedly exhausted. A very satisfying couple of
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