February 4th, 2016.
I’ve been having nightmares. This is vaguely related to age, but peripherally. I’m turning 41. That means I’m too old to renew my license by mail and had to go
September 6th, 2015.
Normally we do about four hours of driving between shows. Five is on the high side. But sometimes the schedule just lines up different and you’ve got to pile it
February 14th, 2010.
The last couple of nights have been a lot of fun. Scratch the fact that we could get out of the house – that was a bonus. These would’ve been
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
May 14th, 2009.
Oh sweet Journal, what do I have to say to you? Not that much, I’m afraid – it’s been a combination of busy and boring which makes for very full
August 20th, 2008.
It’s a beautiful morning. And quite frankly, we’ve had a couple of beautiful nights… we played outside yesterday at the Bethesda Farmer’s Market, ignored by most, Loved by a few
November 1st, 2006.
I have nothing to do today. Nowhere to go, noone to meet. It’s refreshingly stressless. I shall, perhaps, do laundry, or catch up on Battlestar Galactica, or go to the