September 22nd, 2009.
Sometimes working at a music store is a little bit overly absurd (W). There’s an awful lot of madness and sometimes just mad – anger and frustration – but at
Dangerous Music for Dangerous Times.
Sometimes working at a music store is a little bit overly absurd (W). There’s an awful lot of madness and sometimes just mad – anger and frustration – but at
It’s August again. Who’d’ve thunk? We’re rounding Columbus, OH on our way home, nosing our way towards I-70. From there it’s a straight shot back to Baltimore and then back
Yesterday we went up to New Jersey to get our hands on the new CDs. I’ve been really excited about these for a while – aquiver even – and for
I’m sitting in the dark, listening to the lawnmowers as they pace the neighbourhood. As usual, I’m troubled by the world and am amazed by how big it is and
What dreams. A vast tangle of imagery – I guess it’s just what I get for actually getting enough sleep. A song running and cycling through my head, sunlight beginning
Oh man, horrible dreams last night. Bizarre organic ones coming from out of the black and into my head. Mostly just images. Looking in the mirror and realizing that there
Tonight I was a fool and watched “Some Kind of Monster”, the documentary about Metallica. I Love that band for what I Love it for and generally don’t want to
My birthday was wonderful. Many of my peeps done gathered around me and we had a Lovely time wandering the Aquarium, the Harbour, watching movies and generally being silly for
Okay. I guess it’s time for the Journal to take a twist. I must admit I’ve been kind of down for a long time, it’s been difficult to make things
It’s COLD. I hear it’s snowing back home, but here in Jamaica Plain, MA it’s just windy, whirling, whistling and frigid. The last couple of nights we’ve been playing open