December 19th, 2006.
It’s 9.42am – and it’s what I’m hoping is the tail-end of a long, long night. My mom’s been in the hospital this weekend for gall bladder surgery and what
July 20th, 2006.
Well, maybe not THAT much more – suffice it to say I had to get up at 5.30am to get out of Catonsville by 6am to get to Rowan’s by 7am to
July 18th, 2006.
I’m stunned with Life at the moment. Small bird-like, shivering and stunned like some Ani Difranco metaphor. Friday night Heather and I played a long, long night over at Jimmy
July 2nd, 2006.
I’m still reeling from how powerfully beautiful last night’s show was. Rob Burnett on violin added such a fantastic new dimension to songs that I’d never dreamed of it on,
June 29th, 2006.
Ok, I haven’t been writing alot, but for once, it’s not because I’m a slacker. Not really – I’ve just been preoccupied with writing in other places. Letters – so
April 13th, 2006.
My heart’s in a weird place today. Amplified by some of Namoli Brennet’s tunes I’m just feeling really, really sad. That skin tightening sadness that makes me think of the description of
April 2nd, 2006.
Last night was an amazing show. Alex, if you read this, I hope that this fact keeps you up at night, fretting about how you missed one of the best
March 27th, 2006.
California is its usual rollercoaster, and we pack as much in as we can. Sleeping little, some nights we’re out too late, all nights we’re up too late, I Love
December 24th, 2005.
I’m sleepy. Satisfied and sleepy. My fingers are sore from playing a nice, relaxed almost-Christmas gig up at Java Mamma’s tonight. Had some surprise guests, and a number of friends
December 20th, 2005.
I remembered thinking, right as we were racing the setting sun home from California, PA this last time, about how the landscape surprised me. Traveling the way we do has