November 1, 2008 –Atlanta, GA
My birthday yesterday was spent as a hybrid of my life as I knew it and this strange new world I’ve been a part of the past three weeks. I
April 1st, 2007.
Heather and I are rounding Black Butte and Mount Shasta on the highway passing exits for Weed, California. There’s north, south and central Weed. If we were more musiciany musicians
March 31st, 2007.
It’s funny, I can’t remember the last time I woke up and saw some slanting beam of sun illuminating the dance of dust. Perhaps I’m simply not inhabiting dusty enough
March 30th, 2007.
Today has been a driving day, and though the scenery eventually got all amazing n shit, the early one-two punch of crawling Sacramento-side traffic (people leaving for a three-day ______
March 29th, 2007.
Wednesday found us racing from Los Angeles to the San Francisco bay area trying to get on the list for an apparently very well-attended open mic in Santa Clara. There