April 26th, 2005.
Not going to write too much right now. Really tired, slow-starting headache looks to be steamrollering forth with the intent of obliterating my brain. Got into Providence after a ten+
December 13th, 2004.
It’s been an interesting couple of days – full of highs and lows. There still hasn’t really been a night where we performed as well as at the Custom House
December 10th, 2004.
Okay, the rain is getting a bit absurd. “Providence is where it rains two days out of three, except during the rainy season, when it snows like a bitch.” Saw
December 9th, 2004.
Yesterday everything turned around. After our morning bout of answering emails and website maintenance and scheduling and Life the Universe and Everything, Heather and I went a wanderin. I’m not
December 8th, 2004.
Tonight we headed out to the Century Lounge – I’m tired of empty bars and smatterings of applause. Already I miss home. Maybe it’s just the weather, but there’s just
Dec. 7, 2004
Today is my mother’s birthday. It is also Pearl Harbor Day. My mother was not born on the actual Pearl Harbor Day. So there you go. Happy Birthday, Mom. –
December 7th, 2004.
“…you honestly brought tears to my eyes tonight listening to you play. You made me think about my life, and my choices, and my goals and aspirations (believe it or
October 22, 2003.
Tonight was an excellent night – last night we’d played the Skellig in Waltham – and the host, Hugh McGowan, invited us to come play his OTHER open mic –
October 21st, 2003.
I’m sitting in the dark. Nothing wrong with it. Just dark. I’ve been dreaming all night. Fever dreams churned out by sleeping on the floor to the tune of an
October 14, 2003.
No real luck at Tobacco Road. Gig went well, good sound, and Dan as always, kicks ass. Unfortunately, Sharif got the flu and couldn’t make it. But Brennan came up with