October 7th, 2023. Oktoberfest.
After the joys of full band rompin’ with Fells Point Fun Fest I was more than willing to have a stripped down, just-the-two-of-us weekend. The Mount Airy Oktoberfest had booked
June 23rd, 2023. Moof.
Lying awake, listening to the rain SHOULD be a delicious luxury. I have no place to be tomorrow till our show and the sound is a precious NON mechanical white
August 22nd, 2021. Hello? Knees?
Hello? My knees have something they’d like to say to me. I guess I best listen… goes and listens to my knees Whelp… that is NOT family-friendly and I don’t
July 20th, 2021. American Ice Co.
As I contemplate a return to open mics, hosting in Ellicott City, missing them, Alisha O’Malley’s open mics at American Ice Co. are helping to tide me over. I dread
June 27th, 2021. A good weekend.
(above : Mama Saray and Kim Gravatt join us for a post-performance selfie…) There was a lot of weekend in this weekend. And in the old-style sense of a musician’s
June 22nd, 2021. Well, let’s do this.
We went to an OPEN MIC tonight. Which was – well, we weren’t sure what it was going to be but it turned out to be simply a perfect night.
August 16th, 2014.
On the road again. War in the Middle East again. War in Russia. Again. Truly, we’re creatures of cycles. It’s strange, for one reason or another I’ve been without an
February 2nd, 2007.
Happ Groudhog’s DAY!!! It’s insanely cold and I think it’s the first time that I’ve been hoping for Phil to NOT see his shadow. I want snow, I want ice
October 10th, 2006.
My goodness. The frenzy. I Love my job. Sometimes I hate it, but on the whole, I Love it – and if nothing else, I Love the extremes. There’s nothing
March 27th, 2006.
California is its usual rollercoaster, and we pack as much in as we can. Sleeping little, some nights we’re out too late, all nights we’re up too late, I Love