September 25th, 2015.
Last night in Charleston, SC a tornado passed us by. The humans we were staying with slept through it but the seven Welsh corgis and one cat who shared the
September 22nd, 2015.
Ugh. For whatever reason it’s a grey day. I guess one could argue for the straightforward reasons: stupid stuff like atmosphere and wind and maybe even pressuresboth low and high…
March 15th, 2015.
This morning I’m beat. When we’re home, the constant flip flop of going from musician schedule to folk star schedule and back again is probably aging more than anything else
February 16th, 2015.
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
January 10th, 2014.
There are a LOT of soup kitchens around here. A LOT a lot. It seems like every single church is advertising food to the needy – and there are a
March 4th, 2006.
Sitting in Concord, NC. Dinner is slowly happening to a peice of pork in the kitchen, and Heather’s playing with the cat, and I’m realizing that I’ve truly been slacking
March 3rd, 2006.
Nightmares about apocalypse. Heather claims I have a lot of them, but I think they’re just the most memorable, perhaps. All in all, this one was a lot less graphic
March 1st, 2006.
I’m sitting in the Smelly Cat Coffeehouse in Charlotte, NC amidst old painted doors and desk lamps and hanging metal foil biplanes. It seems a very cool place though the
February 26th, 2006.
Sleepy rob. We’re in Wilmington, NC and Deanne’s new house is just beautiful. The dogs are welcoming and curious about the scents of Spooky, Artemis and Zorro. So much sunshine,
February 24th, 2006.
Tuesday night we drove up to Blufton, South Carolina to play the Blufton Ale House. My natural inclination in all things is to get places early, and even though I’d