April 4th, 2017.
Good morning to the world. It’s bright and absurdly sunshiney. Hell, if I let my hair down and stepped outside whistling a jaunty tune, I’d probably have bluebirds on my
Dangerous Music for Dangerous Times.
Good morning to the world. It’s bright and absurdly sunshiney. Hell, if I let my hair down and stepped outside whistling a jaunty tune, I’d probably have bluebirds on my
Two different shows. Two VERY different shows. Friday night we were back at the New Deal Café in Greenbelt, MD. We were a full band, we were LOUD (possibly the
I’m watching V. Not that silly thing with Hugo Weaving where the solution to all of the world’s fascism is to magically teleport hundreds of tons of explosives into a
Ugh. Sleep was not satisfying last night. I snuggled down and read, curled in blankets (I’m so grateful for this extended cool weather), and slowly drowsed through a couple of
Happy Halloween from the ilyMuppets at New Deal Cafe – Greenbelt, MD! We played “Can You Picture That” and “As the World Falls Down” (from Labyinth) and “Rainbow Connection” and
I don’t know what there is to say. Baltimore’s on fire. Except it’s not. It’s not that things aren’t bad. It’s not that I’m not afraid of what happens next.
I’m tired. It’s 2am and we’re 45 minutes shy of where we’re dropping off Heather with a friend in Frederick, and THAT’S 45 minutes from where Kristen and I are
Say what you want, all this snow is beautiful. In Catonsville it’s a bit of a pain in the ass. We’ve watched as our neighbourhood has gotten more and more
ilyAIMY and Tinsmith running amok at the New Deal Cafe in Greenbelt, MD. Our audience at the New Deal Cafe on December 21st, 2013. Below, a little more hot TinAIMY
Recording is good. And scary. When I’m doing something I’m not used to at least. I probably could’ve done something simple like the MARC in one take if I was