October 28th, 2008.
It’s a cold night in Missouri. The first frost has fallen outside, sugar-coating the Saturn and the grass and windows outside. I Love the cold and I’m glad to have
Dangerous Music for Dangerous Times.
It’s a cold night in Missouri. The first frost has fallen outside, sugar-coating the Saturn and the grass and windows outside. I Love the cold and I’m glad to have
Heather and I have been hitting night after night here in Louisville, KY – smacking ourselves into the local scene. Being from Maryland, nominally from the north and certainly from
Ah, the first of the month. Time to pay bills. And it seemed like such an idyllic day. Last night we played the absolutely fantastically rediculous Church on the Rocks
Man. Beyond the USUAL reasons that I’m glad I didn’t die in my sleep last night, I’m really, really glad that the above were not my last recorded words. My