March 4th, 2006.
Sitting in Concord, NC. Dinner is slowly happening to a peice of pork in the kitchen, and Heather’s playing with the cat, and I’m realizing that I’ve truly been slacking
May 20th, 2005.
Ok, wait. What is this? It’s like… rush hour… but… in the morning…? Oh yeah, I remember this shit. We’re leaving Wilmington at the ungodly hour of 9am. I can
October 14th, 2004.
“And here are the MOUNTAIN GOATS!!” “Looks like only one goat though…” That was my introduction to the music of John Darnielle almost ten years ago – on a mix
August 7th, 2004.
Well, at the end of all things, the gigs went off okay. My amp sounded pretty pristine (though Heather chose to hit it anyways – but just like anything, they
August 6th, 2004.
It’s always strange being in someone else’s house alone – but in this case… Deanne’s been sick, heading towards surgery this whole week, so she’s been home from work. It’s