November 20th, 2009.
Almost home. Sort of. Almost home, but headed West at 75mph through Western Pennsylvania with every sense wailing “but you’re going the wrong way!!!”. As we round Pittsburgh yet again,
September 21st, 2007.
“I’m not a real person yet.” It’s a funny sentence. A couple of my friends have uttered it or something similar to me. I think what we mean is we’re
May 2nd, 2007.
It’s a beautiful day in California, PA. I just ate lunch down on the Monongahela River and have returned to Jozart just sit and think and enjoy the midday quiet.
December 10th, 2006.
I’m so very, very tired. I really ought to climb into bed with a book and read myself the very very short trip to sleep. Unfortunately, my book’s in the
October 14th, 2006.
Writing from I-70 somewhere in Illinois: Friday the 13th came and went without calamity. Again. Usually I actually feel I receive some special surplus of luck on Friday the 13th
October 12th, 2006.
So very tired. For as much as I Love California, PA, I don’t sleep here. Everyone’s up insanely late – even by my standards – with trucks and cars racing
November 17th, 2005.
We can’t compete with Harry Potter. That’s a scary thing to think. A very scary thing to think. We’re in California talking up tomorrow’s Jozart Studio gig, and we’re getting
September 14th, 2005.
The Beatles, “Let It Be,” just came on the satellite radio here at Perk, the first chord timed with my first keystroke and determining the subject of this entry. Rob brings
September 13th, 2005.
There’s simply something overwhelming about good music. I’m listening to my recording of the Dave Pahanish benefit from this weekend, and I’m struck once again by how good he is.
April 7th, 2005.
Heather and I are tapping and typing to the sound of falling water. There’s a fountain in the corner of Jozarts Studio, and that, along with the cavernous interior and
