November 23rd, 2019. “Home” and Home.
It always sucks to read about what’s going on back home because it never seems to be good stuff. The strip mall down the street from us burned down –
Dangerous Music for Dangerous Times.
It always sucks to read about what’s going on back home because it never seems to be good stuff. The strip mall down the street from us burned down –
Sunday night we got to go out and be someone ELSE’S featured artist – and whereas with MOST open mic situations I’m pretty judgy and I’ve got a whole lot
Community at open mics – it’s a thing! I’ve missed my own, Heather’s been running things while we’ve been gone. I have no impression as to whether or not she’s
Southbound through the swamps of South Carolina, Georgia-bound and grey. It’s amazing how cold it is. We keep hoping it’ll be warmer at every step, but with another cold front
“Hi!”“Hey! We need some surgical tape, Elmer’s glue and a used paint brush!”“And some gin would be nice too.”“And some gin would be nice too.” And thus begins the midnight
We’re rushing and I feel bad about that. We should’ve left a day earlier and taken more time? It wouldn’t have worked because of the gig on Wednesday and the
I haven’t been to a rock show in a long time. Not intentionally. Not to one where I wasn’t thinking “really? Are we the ONLY people playing ACOUSTIC instruments at
Send me money to end drunk driving. I mean… er… to end hunger in Africa? Stop AIDS? Perhaps together we can give everyone a home or at least a hot
We’re wandering through the leaf-strewn streets of downtown Raleigh and the night’s closed in like a fist. We’re discussing kittens and following Jamie to Jack Sprat. Last night’s show at
Not having a place to be is always the hardest part. We’re in Asheville, NC which is usually quite pleasant – except we’ve been in town for too many hours