October 16th, 2004.
Whenever we were looking for gigs in Wilmington, people kept saying “you know, the Soapbox doesn’t pay that much, but, you’d do really well there.” Well, I try not to
October 14th, 2004.
“And here are the MOUNTAIN GOATS!!” “Looks like only one goat though…” That was my introduction to the music of John Darnielle almost ten years ago – on a mix
October 11th, 2004.
Last night Deanne took us out to an open mic she’d been frequenting (she’s really been picking up guitar – singing and playing since we last saw her) at the
August 8th, 2004.
Not much to say, really. It’s 1am, and we’ve got to be out of the city by eight. Tonight I’ve been hit on by three men, two flaming guys have
August 7th, 2004.
Well, at the end of all things, the gigs went off okay. My amp sounded pretty pristine (though Heather chose to hit it anyways – but just like anything, they
August 6th, 2004.
It’s always strange being in someone else’s house alone – but in this case… Deanne’s been sick, heading towards surgery this whole week, so she’s been home from work. It’s
August 5th, 2004.
We just got back from the Soap Box Laundro Bar. A very cool place, I am smitten, though not with the venue. Great art on the walls, God awful sound
August 5th, 2004.
A spider in the bath! So, Deanne has finally convinced me to give her my clothes for cleansing. And she has finally convinced Heather and I to shower. Yes… she
August 4th, 2004.
DeeAnn, our hostess, has been prodding at rob and I to let her take us out on her boat this week. After Hurricane Alex passed quietly in the night, we
August 4th, 2004.
Yesterday, Deanne took us out on her boat. I must admit, I’ve been horribly jealous of all of our out-of-state singer/songwriter friends – they come to Maryland and someone takes