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
December 18th, 2007.
I imagine that it’s funny how I think about relationships. I have a couple of little triggers that make me think “success” or “failure”. The automatic cooperation that comes with
November 3rd, 2007.
It’s been intense. Ever since my Grandfather’s funeral there’s been family stuff rolling fast and furious and there’s no end in sight. I’m overwhelmed and amazed by the blessing that
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
January 15th, 2007.
It is Hellish-dreary in New England. We had sunshiny skies upon departure from Maryland, just long enough for me to put my sunglasses on – and then take them back
November 7th, 2005.
Tired and sick? Perhaps sick and tired. Mostly tired. A little sick. I could feel myself coming down with it Saturday morning. I’d stayed out all night and played (played
November 1st, 2005.
People gathered to save me tonight. A rough night at the Velvet Lounge in DC. Though the sound was pretty nice, and at this point I’m realizing that even on
June 21st, 2005.
It’s crazy to think that it’s only just summer as of today. I think. We keep thinking “it’s been a crazy summer”. It’s merely been a crazy spring. It’s midnight,
November 11th, 2004.
Watching the Matrix. Eating stuffing. Life’s good. Ooh, here’s the sexy bit. This was written to me a couple of nights ago: “Was reading some of your journal. Interesting. but
November 10th, 2004.
Playing with the great Firedean today got my ego back in check. I was mortified to run across something that was SO hard, with rhythms and chords that I just