November 2nd, 2008.
I’m lonesome, sitting at Kafe Keoruac wishing i was more out-going without my guitar. The people here are beautiful and, if I can glean anything from the school-related conversations going
October 29th, 2008.
My thumb feels like Hell. I’m not sure if we’ve been playing MORE than normal (thinks about it – last mon played nashville, tues a radio show, wed Pop’s Blue
March 21st, 2008.
We’re headed north over very heartland-of-America looking land. Plains in all directions, desiccated trees, faded grey interstates. Grasses sweep to the horizon and there’s not a cloud to be seen.