September 1st, 2022. A Good Thursday.
I’m doing that thing. You know the one. I’ve had breakfast and now I’m sitting in the strange non-silence of Baltimore, MD avoiding the start of my day. Distant crash
August 28th, 2022. Whimsy.
I was thinking about whimsy in art, and generally conclude that though in my Life there is little I Love MORE than whimsy, in music there’s little I Love less.
June 29th, 2019.
June 25th, 2019 Sorry, this is one of those photo-laden catch-up posts. Be strong. You’ll make it. First-off, Tuesday morning we woke up for our last morning at Steve’s boathouse.
August 9th, 2010.
Before exit 10 on I-84 E off to the right and to the right, somewhere in Connecticut. I should probably get a very specific location, because is the place of
April 6th, 2010.
Is it good to be home? It is good to be back IN my home. Maryland? Well, I could shove my home in a bunch of different places and be
September 27th, 2006.
We had such a good night last night – why do I get the ugly dreams now? At the moment, Heather and I are careening into the sun via the
May 4th, 2005.
You know, wandering like this has really driven home one point in particular. I was raised with psychotic pets. A dog that bit me, a cat that bit me, and
May 3rd, 2005.
Wow, so I just heard that Conan O’Brian is going to have Ani Difranco on tonight. I think that this will be first time he’s ever had a musical act
May 1st, 2005.
Happy May Day. Amy’s mix CD is guiding us home through the rain, to a tiny house in the woods of Connecticut on family land. She is our lady of
October 22, 2003.
Tonight was an excellent night – last night we’d played the Skellig in Waltham – and the host, Hugh McGowan, invited us to come play his OTHER open mic –