July 8th, 2019. Aidohwanna, MD
It’s a grey, grey, grey, grey day. I’m kind of impressed. Glowering low skies that may only be a zone 6 but are SO uniform and oppressive they simply blot
February 5th, 2019.
I had a friend ask me last night if I thought we were going to hit our country’s “eat the rich” moment soon – she expressed hope that she wished
July 30th, 2010.
I’ve had a number of my friends, family, fellow road-warriors, other artists, whatever – comment on the fact that they’re impressed by how I can continue outputting a large volume
June 2nd, 2010.
It’s a beautiful morning. Shafts of sunshine are fiercely visible in between trees, flashing here and there as we drive through the rolling farmland North of Baltimore. It’s an absolutely
June 8th, 2010.
It sure is a beautiful day for traveling more than a mile-a-minute, dodging roadkill and truckers. I-70 is no longer the beacon of freedom it once was, simply because it’s
May 18th, 2010.
Oh the horror of being small. Ask anyone. It sucks. I’m not just talking about being 5’8” in a world where the average male height seems to be 6 foot
April 11th, 2010.
National Holocaust Remembrance Day. I just teared up at the sight of a half-dozen older men and women waving flags on the bridge near our house and then received one
March 19th, 2010.
Yesterday, I battled with technology and lost. I started off losing to the new Tapco Firewire interface I’d purchased, fighting with it for two hours before finally not using it
March 6th, 2010.
Yesterday at my open mic we had one of our regulars sitting outside with his camouflage pickup truck as he is wont to do. However, this week he’s added a
February 2nd, 2010.
A friend pointed out an article at Paste.com asking “Is Indie Dead?” It’s an interesting argument over semantics that sort of rehashes the old argument of “is corporate punk rock still