October 3rd, 2004.

My Father is selling his Austin Healey, and it's a little strange to really come to grips with that. He's owned the car for some 33+ years, and I grew up with it's engine sounds. There are a lot of good memories in that car - I had hoped to learn to drive it before the end of high school, and perhaps go to prom in it. At the time I hadn't learned the beauty of big boots, and was literally too short to drive it. I went and took a spin in it the other day - had a great time, though it was like learning to drive all over again. Driving an antique British sports car just isn't much like driving a Saturn. So strange to feel the car respond to MY touch, and make the noises that I associated with Sunday drives with my Dad. Very strange to think that this is car is leaving my Life. The new owner's going to paint it. I don't approve - I don't approve at all.
My Father is selling his Austin Healey, and it’s a little strange to really come to grips with that. He’s owned the car for some 33+ years, and I grew up with it’s engine sounds. There are a lot of good memories in that car – I had hoped to learn to drive it before the end of high school, and perhaps go to prom in it. At the time I hadn’t learned the beauty of big boots, and was literally too short to drive it. I went and took a spin in it the other day – had a great time, though it was like learning to drive all over again. Driving an antique British sports car just isn’t much like driving a Saturn. So strange to feel the car respond to MY touch, and make the noises that I associated with Sunday drives with my Dad. Very strange to think that this is car is leaving my Life. The new owner’s going to paint it. I don’t approve – I don’t approve at all.

I don’t care WHAT Heather says – I’m exhausted. Tonight we played the Thai Gour Cafe for the first time in months, and played the past we’ve played in a long, long time. Just, such good energy on stage – I have so much fun with my band!!!

Whee! Anywho – we’re playing Takoma Park tomorrow morning, which means we’ve got to be out of the house by 9am…. which means waking up five hours earlier than we did today. And the gig was long and fierce – and I’m going to take a shower before bed… and collapse. In the words of C-3PO – “Oooh this oil bath is going to feel SOO good.” Except… not oil. And not a bath, really. Hrm.


Oh my God – it’s 8am. Heather’s not happy. Rowan’s not happy. I’m not happy. This is the day we really need someone driving the tourbus or something, so I can sleep in the car. My stomach is reeling from the hour, feeling a little like I’m in a rapidly decending elevator – getting worse as my body realizes I’m not ABOUT to abandon it back to unconsciousness. Oh, it’s ALL bad news.


The Takoma Park Street Festival was a lot of fun – I’m beginning to grow a little more confident in big crowd situations, where I see that people are coming from the periphery to see what the commotion is about. The double djembe thing that Rowan and Heather do is far more effective at getting attention than maybe even Heather going topless.

Anywho – great gig, gonna be on tv. Gonna get the DVD. Gonna be a big star… off to the next gig.

It’s such a beautiful day – it’s a shame about the greyness of yesterday, the New Deal Cafe Autumn Harvest Festival got greyed out – rather stupidly I felt. I don’t think Richard (McMullin) even did it voluntarily: apparently a lot the day’s artists had called him worried about the weather and cancelled on him. Pansies.


Such amazing light – the intensity of oranges and reds bright enough for even ME to see. The birds have been criss-crossing the sky with crazed migrations, and we’ve seen butterflies flitting and my parents caught a skink. I’m exhausted, ready for the drive and finally the couch collapse. A little rob oozing into the couch crevices. Yes – complete and flaccid relaxation. If I was saying this on stage, it would be about now that Heather would be telling me to stop talking. Sigh.

The other day I went awandering in the rain. and the interior of one of my favourite Ellicott City shops, the Forget Me Not Factory. Lovely place - and full of Christmas decorations. I'm eager for the lights and the snow and yes, the songs.
The other day I went awandering in the rain. and the interior of one of my favourite Ellicott City shops, the Forget Me Not Factory. Lovely place – and full of Christmas decorations. I’m eager for the lights and the snow and yes, the songs.
Above, a cat near Amy’s house…

The Takoma Park show was excellent – it made us feel like a big band, dragging heads around, and amazing the soundman, as well as the local television crews. Unfortunately, exhaustion was somewhat setting in by the time we got to the crab feast. My finger tips feel like hamburger, and my voice is coarse and tired. We’ve never played this much in one weekend. Especially the Thai Gour show – three hour gigs can be killers. — Damn – Heather’s so hot. I don’t want to go on about this – but she’s singing along with the radio – and when she vamps it up … oh God. Laptop… hurts…

What I was SAYING, however – was that I’m really tired. And now in need of a cold shower. Sheesh. Any other train of thought – completely gone.

2 thoughts on “October 3rd, 2004.

  1. rob@ilyaimy.com says:

    It’s crazy to re-read this and know that I wasn’t GRASPING what was happening. I still didn’t believe that my father was dying. Stumbling across this and knowing what I know now is hard //

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