August 9th, 2008.
A friend of mine forwarded me some concerns about tracking devices being placed in drivers licenses… I hadn’t heard anything about it so I got to reading. I’ve been reading
June 3rd, 2006.
The gig last night at Jimmy O’Donnell’s in Baltimore was pretty good. It was a wood-panelled bar with the O’s game on in the background and a four-hour set ahead
February 21st, 2005.
Outside there’s the gentle patter of unidentified precipitation. It’s supposed to snow, but it looks like rain, but it has a solid sound when it strikes the earth. It’s cold
January 17th, 2005.
Tired, unable to sleep. Uninterested in sleep. Heather and I have been on this stupid schedule for so long – 5am is when I get interested in bed – that
May 21st, 2004. 3.12am
SO sleepy. And of course, sleep eludes me. My brain is too whirly-full of fur and fuzz and thoughts. Dressing up as Marilyn Monroe, cicadas, a woman from tonight’s show,
February 17th, 2004.
We checked out the Funk Box last night. Awesome. I know where I want to play. Somehow, we’re going to go play the Funk Box. Angie Aparo’s going to be
February 1st, 2004.
Got to go out and see a show tonight. Finally. For the first time in forever, I got to go see music and not play myself. Did that sentence make