Award for weirdest instrument I've ever seen at an open mic goes to this guy at the South Beach Cafe. Don't ask - I have NO idea what it was - sounded like a cross between a sitar and a didjeredo.

The world is getting unfriendly, rapidly. Good thing I'm not some sort of revolutionary.

But on the other hand, after an angry letter, Alienware has decided that the $700+ bill for my repairs were a mistake. Score for me! And I get to go back to telling people that I LOVE my computer again.

May 7th, 2004.
Last night, lost and wandering in Bethesda, eventually we reached our goal. We set up and played out and strained to make ourselves heard to the rapidly emptying South Beach Restaurant. We did ok - met some good people.

But the drive home was the wonderful thing - I find that the best thing in the world is driving home from gigs with Amy and Heather in the car - playing CDs and letting them fill the cabin with added harmonies. Heather with her lilt and Amy with her husky throatiness.

A good night.

Today it's been a slow start, it's 4.17pm and we're JUST getting on the road. Not a big deal, I suppose, as there's nothing in particular on the schedule at the Susquehanna Music and Arts Festival that I NEED to go see right this minute, it's more a matter of the way my brain works and WANTING a coherent schedule.

As it is, we're racing North to run away from the thunderstorms. I just bought a new power inverter, and we're testing to see if it will ACTUALLY charge my Alienware monstrosity off the car battery, or if the Alienware monstrosity just THINKS it's charging off the car battery.

In the meantime, we're taking backroads all the way out to Darlington - third gear and