January 16th, 2018.
Yesterday was a not-very-funny comedy of errors. I was NOT ready to go back to my open mic mentally, and I think that that translated into the physical. I’d been
October 21st, 2008.
Nashville wouldn’t be the same without smokey bars – and so Rowan and I return to Whitney and Freddie’s smelling of cigar smoke and cigarettes, sweat and tequila. Sometimes you
May 18th, 2008.
Last night was Lovely. Heather and Rowan and I performed at the College Perk with Transcendent Third and had a good, though perhaps not as lucrative as I’d like, show.
March 2nd, 2008.
A good farewell. Friday night I worked my way around a couple of my friends’ shows. I rarely get to go see other people’s music and even rarer is the
September 3rd, 2007.
Oh my DEAR lord what a weekend. What a week! For that matter. I always get a little angsty when I feel we’re running full-tilt into our travels and if
July 8th, 2007.
Tonight we played Java Mama’s in Resiterstown, MD – normally one of my favourite gigs, but tonight it was a bit rough. A friendly coffeehouse with wonderful humans slinging coffee
January 16th, 2006.
Heather and I, as usual, are hightailing it down a highway and thinking lowbrow thoughts. Sex, I fear, is on my mind. Shh. Don’t tell anyone. Let’s just say there
June 10th, 2006.
Can’t sleep. Haven’t slept. My brain keeps gerbiling (and yes, that’s a term) running amok in a tiny wheel. My computer is the only light in the room and a
April 10th, 2006.
Staying with Will Schaff is always an incredible experience. But I’m getting ahead of myself . Heather’s got Matthew and Michael backing her at Victoria Station in Putnam, CT. We’d
April 8th, 2006.
Friday was just a nightmare. Bad phone calls from home and a grey, grey day only amplify the feeling of trapped stagnation as we creep the twenty miles from Whitney’s