May 23rd, 2005.
It’s been a fantastic week, hopping between Myrtle Beach, SC and Wilmington, NC. And yeah, I’m using the same damned adjective – but it really has been fantastic. Hey, my
May 20th, 2005.
Ok, wait. What is this? It’s like… rush hour… but… in the morning…? Oh yeah, I remember this shit. We’re leaving Wilmington at the ungodly hour of 9am. I can
May 18th, 2005.
Rough gig tonight. The Soap Box treated us well, but our instruments did not. I broke two strings at inconvenient moments, moments where I simply couldn’t play it off. The
May 17th, 2005.
Last night we ended up at the open mic at the Rusty Nail. I miss that place – our first introduction to Wilmington, I feel sort of bad that we
May 16th, 2005.
Sitting at Deanne’s house, watching the sun go by. She keeps it dim in here, and we struggle with blinds and drapes in an effort to let some of the
February 6th, 2005.
Friday night was our last night in Wilmington. We played the Rusty Nail, and the Nail dripped sex – and yet surprisingly… we did none of the dripping. I mean,
February 3rd, 2005.
Last night, the evening was capped off with “skitter skitter skitter… thwump” – and it was almost the worst sound imaginable to our tired ears. Yesterday, we wandered the streets
February 1st, 2005.
MC Chris (Hesch from Sealab 2021? MC Pee Pants from Aqua Teen Hunger Force?) played the Ottobar back home in Baltimore last night. Damn the distance. Interesting conversations tonight of
October 19, 2004
On a three-block strip of Market Street, peeking around the Spanish moss-laden trees, are a handful of funky small shops run out of old houses. On the corner of Market
October 17th, 2004.
Gigs really swing up and down for us, and… what can I say? Good thing we were getting paid at Costello’s. It’s such a weird bar in the first place