November 3rd, 2004.

Election Day has come and gone, but what a misnomer. I wonder if Election Day will ever again mean “the day on which you fucking KNOW who the new president will be”. All in all, I’m amazed at just how tight the race is – and wonder how we can be so firecely divided. I imagine that religion has to play a huge part in that, as religion has such exacting strictures, and when you’ve got some outside source saying “this is what’s ok, and this is what you’ll go to Hell for”, it’s gotta be a little difficult to make up your own mind. But then I think to myself – right, you’ve got abortion polarizing the world, and you’ve got stem-cell research polarizing some people, but that same sense of superstitious command doesn’t seem to enter the picture when it comes to war – I mean, George W. Bush is violating that whole “thou shalt not kill” thing, but I guess that’s always been one that’s sort of been winked at by the Christian (and Catholic, and Jewish, and Muslim) faith. Maybe a new Bible will be printed where they get a little more of the gist of things right: they’ll maybe consolidate those different versions of Genesis, throw out a couple of the now unneccessary pagan references, and revise the Commandments to something a little more like “thou shalt not kill men of the same faith unless you have to”.

A spiky bug, as always - these creatures are sighted with Amy in mind. And no, we didn't nab him - we ONLY nab creatures in the last 48 hours of our RETURN trips. Sorry - they just DON'T get to Live in the car any longer than that, and the US Postal Service wouldn't treast them good enough to stamp'em and mail'em.
A spiky bug, as always – these creatures are sighted with Amy in mind. And no, we didn’t nab him – we ONLY nab creatures in the last 48 hours of our RETURN trips. Sorry – they just DON’T get to Live in the car any longer than that, and the US Postal Service wouldn’t treat them good enough to stamp’em and mail’em.

I’m getting preachy, and in a particularly high school fashion, too, for which I apologize. We were up till 3 somethin somethin watching results come in on CNN, flipping between that and the recount pre-show on Comedy Central, and mixing that liberally with Anthony Hopkins in Titus. CNN graphics (their election graphics look suspiciously like Pepsi logos) mixed unforunately with snippy commentary with Shakespearean drama. Murder, rape and deceit on all channels.

With such a close race, I guess we won’t really know anything for another two weeks or so. As with everything, it’s the waiting that sucks.

Also distrubing.
Also disturbing.

A major part of our visit to California University had been the political rallies; our radio interview lost a lot of listener-ship to the Kerry rally which started at the same time. Joe Lieberman was their guest speaker, and a lot of the students were loud and clear about their affiliation. I’d be curious to see how many of those kids actually went out and voted yesterday. My college experience points to a lot of vocal defiance when it involves getting out of class, and a whole lot of using November 2nd to sleep in. College campuses often seem to involve a lot of righteous anger at other people for not doing anything, and very little actual external-to-the-campus motion or effect. I hope I’m wrong about that – I’d like to think that recent events have actually galvanized the traditionally slugglish human spirit into motion on SOME sort of real scale. And I wonder how close people have voted to their party lines.

Autumn in California.
Autumn in California.

For a while there, I was a little more optimistic about some sort of decisive lead out of Kerry – simply because almost all Democrats hate Bush, and a lot of Republicans have also been alienated by his actions (though we sit back and ask, have they been alienated ENOUGH?). But I imagine most of the people who actually get out and vote are the ones who’ve been politically active for years, and most are probably quite entrenched in their party’s world, unable to see over the walls to the neighbouring lever… or button… or touch activated pixel boundary…

We found an old grave yard - late 1800s - trees have actually grown OVER some of the stones.
We found an old grave yard – late 1800s – trees have actually grown OVER some of the stones.

I must admit, I really was unhappy with the new voting machines. No sense of privacy was only the beginning of the trouble – I was VERY gratified to talk to our friend Alli later that night (she works in Baltimore for the election committee) and find out that the new machines DO spit out a little receipt ticker of vote counts – but if nothing else, I really do miss that satisfyingly solid CHUNK of pulling the lever on the old booths. There was a sense of having DONE something. Possibly violence. It felt good and solid. I remember being a kid and going into the booth with my Mom. I remember havig real trouble pulling the lever when I was really tiny. There’s the sense that you’ve got to be STRONG to vote, and conversely you receive strength/power from doing so.

Climbing the scenic hill travelling from California to Paw Paw.
Climbing the scenic hill travelling from California to Paw Paw.

Now? It’s just like playing a video game at home – the knowledge that blowing up that building won’t REALLY effect the world… let’s drive off the edge of the road just to see how far they’ll let you go, and let’s shoot your partner in the back of the head just to see what will happen. Sharif, I feel, is particularly infamous for placing grenades in interesting places just to see how the physics engine deals with it – but essentially there is the feeling of having no real effect.

Wow. Just read that Kerry concedes. Damn.

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Well, I guess now we know – but I wasn’t expecting him to give up like that. 60% voter turn-out. I’m now legitimately frightened with what happens from here. Bush will feel he has a fresh mandate to do as he pleases, the Senate AND the House I think are now Republican, and soon Bush will be in a position to appoint new Justices. Things might well happen fast.

Of course, I might just be paranoid from reading about the non-presidential president in Tom Clancy’s Sum of All Fears.

Damn, I can’t believe it wasn’t even contested. I guess that’s a good thing. I guess.

Wow – “A lot of young people DID come out and vote for Kerry, but they’re the only people who did.” I wonder what that’s based on. Exit-polling? In any case, I wonder if I count as “young-people” or if I really am that alone in my beliefs.

We watched the election results pour in over at Amy’s house last night. On the drive home today, Heather and I wondered at how things have gone this direction. I think a huge part of it is that … frankly… you’ve got the country divided into people who firmly believe in things, and then you’ve got the group of people who really believe that those decisions shouldn’t be decided by someone else. You have people who have decided, and people who have decided it’s not their (or anyone else’s) place to decide. People who’ve actually firmly decided something are the ones that are going to show up and fight for something.

Cider-sellin pig. Disturbingly similar to a creature from Monkeybone. There are also salsa pigs, but I have to show SOME sense of editorship.
Cider-sellin pig. Disturbingly similar to a creature from Monkeybone. There are also salsa pigs, but I have to show SOME sense of editorship.

I frequently think about HOW in Hell do you change people’s minds – politics are so dicey. I think in general (and as displayed by 60% voter turn-out being considered “high”) most people don’t consider themselves really effected by politics… and perhaps they’re not. I think the average person thinks that taxes suck, that the price of gas always goes up (and it always will), and that the Middle East is inherently full of trouble. 9/11 brought things home in a fierce fashion, but as much as I hate to say it, people have short memories. A terrorist attack on a building over a hundred miles away gets blotted out as soon as they write their next check. The things of politics are so… indirect if you’re the average American. What, in truth, will change for the average American with the re-election of Bush? What, in truth, has changed for the average American since Bush has taken office? Or Clinton for that matter?

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Yup, taxes still suck (tax cut? that was tangible, wasn’t it…) and the price of gas is going up, people in the military are still in danger – the average person probably has issue with abortion, but also isn’t planning on getting one, probably doesn’t know any fags other than those five guys making fashion comments on television… or maybe Will and Grace, but Will seems harmless enough in a campy, non-sexual fashion… (how would THEIR ratings drop like a STONE if they even had a deep man-to-man French kiss on-screen) – and none of THEM want to get married. Stem-cell research is something out of science fiction.

Money-chompin pig. Do you have a sense of scale here? Those are two-storey buildings behind him
Money-chompin pig. Do you have a sense of scale here? Those are two-storey buildings behind him.

Protests, alarmist news articles, et cetera – what do they REALLY matter to your average American? I think that Dave and Patrick have the right idea, but the wrong location (Dave and Patrick, a couple of friends of mine who just happen to be a couple, helped organize a… I’m not even sure what you’d call it – basically, they got a bunch of people to go out and TALK to other people about gay marriage). You need to start these conversations AS conversations – and not even conversations about gay marriage (or abortion, or stem cells).

People sometimes look at me like I’m crazy when I say stuff like this, but there is a legitimate reason – it fits into the trip, and my own experiences… here’s a little story:

When I first came to Suitland Centre for the Arts University High School, I’d never heard of “gay”. I was thirteen and when someone first mentioned homosexuality in my sophomore year, and clarified it, and described it none-too-flatteringly, I was absolutely horrified. I think that that’s the average person’s response. (Hell, it IS different, it ISN’T the norm, and to a world raised on evolution it doesn’t make sense, and to a world raised on Jesus, it’s a sin)

But I was lucky. Slowly it turned out that a number of people that I knew WERE gay. Michael and Nol and… well… I went to an ARTS school… there was a DANCE department. Hot women and flaming guys. But I knew them as people first, and – well, that really makes the difference.

(I told that to Heather and she was SHOCKED that I of all people wasn’t accepting from the get-go)

So, Dave and Patrick – going out and starting conversations on the streets with College Parkians is one thing… but if you REALLY want to make a difference, look at a map. Get your gay community together and make a commitment. Send one person each to a huge number of small towns. They’ve got to be friendly, they’ve got to be social, and they’ve GOT to identify themselves as… themselves… not as gay males, not as lesbians. Their sexuality has to be secondary.

So – disperse, and go Live in these small towns. And make friends, and communicate… and maybe keep pen pal communication with your significant same-sex other… and slowly let people know. But it’s got to happen AFTER they know you. And when the next election comes around, people have some personal connection. They know that you CAN’T get married to the person you Love. But they’ve got to know YOU before they know what you are… you can accept almost anything from a friend, and they might try to save you, and they might try to change you, but most people will accept you. I really believe that.

It would take time – months if not a year +. It can’t be a five minute conversation, it can’t be an all day social event (read as “political rally” or “protest”) where you’re just shouting incomprehensibly. It’s dispersal of friendship. It’s the only way things like this can change. I really believe that too.

Lines of cows, lines of geese. On the road between California, PA and Paw Paw, WV we had a good couple tonnes of time. We straggled and meandered on our course and explored muchly. We even forgot my cell phone back at Peter's house, so we got to meander and explore some places twice!
Lines of cows, lines of geese. On the road between California, PA and Paw Paw, WV we had a good couple tonnes of time. We straggled and meandered on our course and explored muchly. We even forgot my cell phone back at Peter’s house, so we got to meander and explore some places twice!
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At one point, we encountered a cemetary somewhere between Uniontown and Fort Neccessity. It was filled with dead people and geese, and unable to relate to the corpses, we decided to put all the geese in the pond. Heather and I slowly picked our marks, and ran yelling and flapping into large gaggles of the noisy beasts, until we had a pond full of several hundred annoyed and honking birds.
At one point, we encountered a cemetary somewhere between Uniontown and Fort Neccessity. It was filled with dead people and geese, and unable to relate to the corpses, we decided to put all the geese in the pond. Heather and I slowly picked our marks, and ran yelling and flapping into large gaggles of the noisy beasts, until we had a pond full of several hundred annoyed and honking birds.

 

[Transferring photos into the New Journal I can’t find a match for this one until I realize I’d photoshopped birds into the frame to make Heather’s actions seem more immediate … a weird choice! ]

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Homeward bound.
Homeward bound.
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Lady bugs? Or man bugs? They were swarming ALL OVER the nudist colony in Paw Paw and I hear they bite.
Lady bugs? Or man bugs? They were swarming ALL OVER the nudist colony in Paw Paw and I hear they bite.
Heather had to go to a wedding on Saturday, before our show at DC9. The wedding was in Hume, Virginia - in an absolutely beautiful setting. I dropped Heather off, but not before seeing the truth in the warnings in the invitation. Wear shoes you can walk over uneven ground in and don't let the donkeys out. This little bastard show pony bit me in the ass while I was leaning on a fence.
Heather had to go to a wedding on Saturday, before our show at DC9. The wedding was in Hume, Virginia – in an absolutely beautiful setting. I dropped Heather off, but not before seeing the truth in the warnings in the invitation. Wear shoes you can walk over uneven ground in and don’t let the donkeys out. This little bastard show pony bit me in the ass while I was leaning on a fence.

A huge wasp’s next wandering up the drive to Avalon, just before the “Past this point you may encounter nudity” sign. Our trip to Avalon was a LOT more successful this time. A little weird because we met some people we know from OUTSIDE Avalon this time. They worded it as “people from your clothed Life passing into your unclothed Life”, and they seemed to think it was a little weird too. Apparently, when We’re About 9 played there, they all stripped down and joined in the naked-time. Sigh, we’ve GOT to have more guts than the folkies, but Heather made an excellent point – drumming naked, with legs splayed to

hold the djembe… not very lady-like.

The beautiful drive to Hume, Virginia.
The beautiful drive to Hume, Virginia.
weilers or something. The idea of a llama chasing me to a fence... worrying, but more because it's just damned weird.
weilers or something. The idea of a llama chasing me to a fence… worrying, but more because it’s just damned weird.
Yeah, Heather really wasn't sure what to make of the donkeys.
Yeah, Heather really wasn’t sure what to make of the donkeys.
Yes, the donkeys. Heather didn't get along with them very well.
Yes, the donkeys. Heather didn’t get along with them very well.
They wanted to be in Heather's purse, they wanted to be in my pockets, they wanted to be in the car.
They wanted to be in Heather’s purse, they wanted to be in my pockets, they wanted to be in the car.
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We made sure to hit up Brennan’s new band’s appearance at the College Park radio station – Even So was very, very loud. But the recording (which turned out surprisingly well) shows there’s good stuff in there.

November 10th, 2004.

Playing with the great Firedean today got my ego back in check. I was mortified to run across something that was SO hard, with rhythms and chords that I just wasn’t familiar with.

Heather and I retreated from Washington, DC, each in our own separate worlds, but with mine mostly focused on a feeling of failure.

Through most all of grade-school I was pretty close to being a straight-A student, and through high school, I maintained a GPA well over the 4.0 mark with the assistance of Advanced Placement and International Bacculaureate classes. Despite that I wasn’t working hard. I didn’t have to study much, and most things came pretty naturally to me. As such, I got into the habit of thinking that most things should come naturally, and, as cowardly as it may be, I’ve tended to let that guide my Life towards whatever downhill course, whatever easy path I might just fall into. When music turned out to come more naturally than art did, I turned that direction. I fall into things… I’m lucky.

The Trip (quitting my job, trying to make a “Living” as a musician, on my own) has been my first real effort to get away from that. It’s sort of shameful, but better late than never. I don’t know that most people EVER really take charge of their Life, and instead just sort of wander through whatever doors happen to open for them. Of course, whether it’s ACTUALLY more intelligent to just keep beating your head against a patch of wall that you want opened rather than going through any number of opened doors, who knows…

So what, you may ask, the fuck, you might say, is my point? Well – simply that playing with Firedean is making me WORK – and work HARD. It’s like Mr. Schlude.

For some reason, I didn’t have trouble with Algebra, or Trigonometry, or Calculus, but at some point I ran into Geometry, and my head would NOT wrap around it. I struggled to make Ds in Mr. Schlude’s class, as I remember, and for some reason, no matter how I tried, I just couldn’t make it make sense. It was like walking into French class and encountering Japanese instead.

By the end of two hours trying to learn the Songs of Fire, I could literally feel tears at the corners of my eyes… I was just damned embarassed. I get told far too often that I’m a great guitarist, and to be reminded that there is still SO much work to be done…

We decided to spend the night at College Perk, and walked in on the tail-end of the open mic – the tail-end of Pat Klink’s set, as a matter of fact (of We’re About 9). I was startled to find myself in the midst of far too many people, and retreated upstairs as swiftly as possible. After about half an hour with stew and “the Golden Compass”, I was ready to face the world, wandered the Perk, played guitar, flirted and fretted. I felt human again.

But I broke a nail on Mitzi. Sigh.


And Tyler replied to all of this with:
yo
for what it’s worth, I know two different guys who have spent at LEAST four years in college studying guitar, who now make a living teaching it, who couldn’t keep up with you. one actually saw you play one time and walked out cursing. just so you know.

Thanks. That will tide me over until practice tonight, and then I’ll have to read it again on the ride home.

In completely unrelated news, Heather and I went and saw the Star Wars III trailer. I was ok with the movie it was attached to, but the trailer made me very, very hopeful for the Revenge of the Sith.

Ok, so I’m a Star Wars fanboy. What of it.

I’m hopeful for Star Wars III. Bloody Phantom Menace was inexcusable, filled with flatulent humour and … that digitized monstrosity Jar Jar… dot dot dot = much cursing. II was pretty good but when you knock away the utter pointlessness that made Episode I so hideous, you finally suffered from the lack of chemistry between the actors. But I still contend that Hayden Christiansen does an okay job brooding and being an angry teenager, and that the whole Tusken Raider slaughter scene is one of the most chilling moments I’ve ever experienced.

Because I’m a geek. I know. Shut up.

Anywho, I’ve long feared that Lucas will shy away from the sheer darkness of Anakin’s fall to the Sith – and the trailer gave me hope. Not only did it seem to focus less on the carnival-ride feel of the previous two movies, but it contained some good shots of the rising Lord Vader, and the beautifully creepy overlay of the Christinsen/James Earl Jones’ voices… add to that some good ole bad ass Yoda poses, protoTIE fighters making howling that unique TIE howl, a shot of big warships coming close and loosing broadsides into one another and you’re missing only one thing to make ME happy.

Wookies.

Oh, and then they showed me wookies. Sooo many wookies. I might not MAKE it till May 19th. Sigh.

November 11th, 2004.

Watching the Matrix. Eating stuffing. Life’s good. Ooh, here’s the sexy bit.

Heather and I wondered around Georgetown in DC before Wednesday night's Firedean practice. We wandered the canals and window-shopped and searched for parking.
Heather and I wondered around Georgetown in DC before Wednesday night’s Firedean practice. We wandered the canals and window-shopped and searched for parking.
Heather peeking through some art (?) in Georgetown.
Heather peeking through some art (?) in Georgetown.
Georgetown canals.
Georgetown canals.

This was written to me a couple of nights ago:

“Was reading some of your journal. Interesting. but for argument.

Do ya think that maybe Bush won because of not budging a whole lot on what he believes. Regarding religion,war, freedom.

Why is “Gay” such a big deal?  Who cares. If major exceptions can be made say for gay people with regards to our laws, which are based in a moral belief most of the time, why not just make exceptions for  everybody with a little different sexual orientation? How about the people who like to sleep with little children? Hey, not all of us do it. But after all, they are people too. There are over ten of them in my neighborhood. I viewed one of them just as a “Person” until I found out. They were or maybe were born that way. Who knows?

Now, the only reason we view that as wrong is because the society we live in has said it is wrong. Our parents taught us that, but that really doesn’t make it wrong. So, we should try it?

This is how I ended up responding:

I actually DO respect Bush for not budging from his views. He’s stated a lot of things, and he’s stuck by them. That’s one of those things that I’ve always been impressed with, and it sucked voting for Kerry, who on that front especially, I have absolutely no respect for. It’s difficult for me, because I feel like I could even agree with a lot of things that Bush has done, but I feel that he’s really been disingenuous with the reasons behind his actions.

But – I think America was created with the idea that the government was going to place a couple of laws in place that say “don’t hurt anybody” and enforce that – things like traffic laws and safety requirements, and on a larger scale, child protection, education, and anti-trust laws. some more far-reaching than others.. But then after making sure the populace isn’t out there eating one another, the government is supposed to sort of stay out of the way. leaving more “opinion” based things to the states. It’s there to protect the United States of America , and through that, protect people – their Lives, their freedoms, their ideals.

Rowan and his special soup. I figured it would be good (and somewhat appropriate) to break the tension.
Rowan and his special soup. I figured it would be good (and somewhat appropriate) to break the tension.

I think that the gay marriage ban (and that’s what it is, it’s not fighting a guarantee of different rights for gay marriages, but a guarantee of equal rights under the law) is something that CAN’T be placed on the national level. Until you can find enough of a sociological study that proves that a male/male or female/female family unit creates a more harmful environment for any adopted offspring than so many of the “traditional” dysfunctional families out there, I don’t think you can prove that gay marriage is genuinely detrimental to American society (any more than the broken homes and broken families created by our 50% and climbing divorce rate). I feel that if you COULD prove that, you might have a leg to stand on, but even then, I’d feel that that falls more under adoption law – that a same-sex couple wouldn’t be able to adopt a child. but I still don’t see where this affects who should marry who.

Bush may be very strong in his sense of morality, but he’s seeking to push that sense of morality on to others, and indeed, with a 51% majority of the country, he’s just about capable of forcing that down everyone’s throat. The difference between his platform and the Democratic platform has ALWAYS been the difference between totalitarianism and democracy. Bush is seeking to place a “Father knows best” mentality over America – seeking to say “this is what I believe, and once I put it into law, this is what you ALL will Live by” where as the more democratic approach (little “d”) states that “this is what I believe, but what we ALL can agree on is what is put into law”. Bush can be as Christian as he likes, but in a country built on religious freedoms, he shouldn’t be allowed to force it on the rest of us.

Now, the problem I have with the gay marriage ban is that it seems to be totally based on religion. Ideally, that’s maybe all that SHOULD affect marriage and perhaps once upon a time marriage WAS about a religious binding of two individuals. Unfortunately, marriage is no longer simply about religion and Love – it’s about tax breaks, politics, retirement plans and inheritance. On that level, the religious side of it drops out, and if it’s no longer a religious institution, religious reasonings can no longer be used to regulate it.

In reality, most marriages now fail and people go into them knowing that they can back out, that they can get divorces or mistresses or money or all at the end of their trial period. There is very little care for “under the eyes of God” or “till death do we part”, but it IS a way of insuring that your money is inherited the way you want it to be, that FAMILIES receive tax-breaks rather than punishments for staying solid units. Marriage is a way of getting a form of legally recognized solidarity. Insurance for your partner, and also assurance that your partner is genuine. It’s a contract.

On a religious front, churches are where it should be banned – if a Catholic church feels that same-sex marriage is a sin in the eyes of God, than a Catholic church bloody well shouldn’t marry same-sex couples. Of course, if people were being true to their religion, and not just seeking a pretty place to get married, then Catholics wouldn’t have that problem, because no TRUE Catholic would ever contemplate getting married to a same-sex partner. “Same-sex unions”, if they truly gave the same rights, should certainly exist, but at the moment there is a stigma to getting partnered that way, and I feel that someone who gets partnered by a justice of the peace in a court of law should get the same rights and respect (and even pomp and ceremony) as someone who is married by a preacher in a stained-glass cathedral. I think Bush is even stating (though very quietly) that the law ought to set aside provisions for “unions”. but the key is the WORD “marriage”. There’s so much baggage with that term. If a church won’t marry a same-sex couple, fine. But Bush, as president of the United States, has no right to define American religious policy, and the law has no right to regulate based simply on the principle of religion.


As for comparing same-sex couples to having sex with children – the idea here is that you’ve got two consenting adults in one circumstance, and in the other – well, kids can consent to all sorts of things, but we’ve agreed somewhere along the line that the “age of consent” is 18. I don’t know that anyone argues with that except 13-17 year-olds. We’ve agreed that kids under the age of 18 don’t necessarily know what’s good for them, and that kids under the age of consent are almost effectively the property of their parents. So comparing same-sex marriage to pedophilia I don’t think is really right. It’s like saying. “well, people have sex when their MARRIED, so why can’t you just rape’m?” – they are two totally different things, with the key being CONSENT.

The comparison between homosexuality and pedophilia is something that is really highlighted in mass media, and is one of the more idiotic (and harmful) perpetuations of negative publicity on the homosexual Lifestyle. I don’t think the two should be compared at all. Sex with a same-sex consenting adult and sex with an underage partner is not at all synonymous, and whether or not this is being perpetrated by a same-sex or opposite sex criminal is immaterial. It’s still rap


Sitting at Amy’s, typing, setting up a little temporary studio-space for myself. Downstairs, Heather and Amy are practicing for Heather’s solo show at Caribou. The sounds that float up are delicious.

November 14th, 2004.

PLOJ XXX was a success much greater than 29. Good musicians, really very good food. It ended a bit early, but no complaints there, as I truly was ready for a night OFF. We got started right at 6.30 (people were on time!!?) but ended pretty early.

Dan Zimmerman playing keyboard and Alex Colvin experimenting with his new resonator guitar.
Dan Zimmerman playing keyboard and Alex Colvin experimenting with his new resonator guitar.
Janet Griffin's partner Stuart watching awestruck as our friend Ali belts forth into PLOJ XXX. He WAS showing me his photography portfolio (lots of frogs!) but then pretty much all attention flipped to Ali.
Janet Griffin’s partner Stuart watching awestruck as our friend Ali belts forth into PLOJ XXX. He WAS showing me his photography portfolio (lots of frogs!) but then pretty much all attention flipped to Ali.

By 11pm, it was pretty much me, Sharif, Brennan and Alex Colvin. It sort of stuck that way for a couple of hours, but I finally retired at around 1.30am, but I heard Alex through the floor till around 3.

Amy, caught in the act. She just LOOKS guilty. Or cute. Not sure which. You can never be too sure with her.
Amy, caught in the act. She just LOOKS guilty. Or cute. Not sure which. You can never be too sure with her.
Amy singing with Dan Sheer.I think that this may have been in the midst of the 4-5 part harmony version of "Summertime".
Amy singing with Dan Sheer.I think that this may have been in the midst of the 4-5 part harmony version of “Summertime”.

Highlights of PLOJ XXX? Well, in keeping with the triple-X theme, some how there were three strings broken, and they were ALL G-strings. Heather and I showed off our new Firedean knowledge by playing “Tell the Truth”. I think we played it at about double speed, and there was a lot of “hrm hrm hrm”s where we couldn’t remember the words. Rowan and Sharif doing “Count the Bodies Like Sheep to the Rhythm of the Wardrums”, the amazing dumplings that I didn’t get any of (but heard SO much about), Mara’s chocolate chip cake… it was an awesome night.

All in all, I’m back and forth on whether or not I’m a huge fan of continuing PLOJ at College Perk. It was the first PLOJ with school in session, and I felt the massive pressure of having some forty people in the coffee house that really didn’t give a fuck that music was occuring, and perhaps even really wanted to know why it was going on and when it will stop. We caught a couple of people, but I think that generally the PLOJ is a little unstructured for your random passerby.

Heather singing with Antonio. He had a beautiful voice. He, another friend (Tori) and Heather all sang Boyz 2 Men songs.
Heather singing with Antonio. He had a beautiful voice. He, another friend (Tori) and Heather all sang Boyz 2 Men songs.
Heather singin at PLOJ XXX.
Heather singin at PLOJ XXX.
Phil the crazy grinning percussionist. I was very worried about the djembes, but when used by good percussionists (and Phil and Rowan are both REALLY good) - they don't drown out the rest of the world. I was very happy with our little percussion group. Alex Colvin also brought some bongos.
Phil the crazy grinning percussionist. I was very worried about the djembes, but when used by good percussionists (and Phil and Rowan are both REALLY good) – they don’t drown out the rest of the world. I was very happy with our little percussion group. Alex Colvin also brought some bongos.
Look at them go. Percussionist party. Again, so happy to have professionals in the room. In the past we've certainly had trouble with the whole boomy djembe not being played entirely on the beat problem.
Look at them go. Percussionist party. Again, so happy to have professionals in the room. In the past we’ve certainly had trouble with the whole boomy djembe not being played entirely on the beat problem.
Sarah, Sharif's cousin finally brought her violin out to a PLOJ. She added an awful lot to LooseN, Push, a bunch of other tunes. We'd been talking about playing together for quite some time, and it was cool to have her show up and add her beautiful two cents to the music.
Sarah, Sharif’s cousin finally brought her violin out to a PLOJ. She added an awful lot to LooseN, Push, a bunch of other tunes. We’d been talking about playing together for quite some time, and it was cool to have her show up and add her beautiful two cents to the music.
Taccara and Heather singing all sorts of good stuff to one another. I don't remember exactly what they were playing here, but I Love watching them lay eyes on one another, and lock their voices back together as if it were an everyday occurence. I know that Heather misses singing with fine, fine female voices. PLOJ must be a blast of fresh air for her.
Taccara and Heather singing all sorts of good stuff to one another. I don’t remember exactly what they were playing here, but I Love watching them lay eyes on one another, and lock their voices back together as if it were an everyday occurence. I know that Heather misses singing with fine, fine female voices. PLOJ must be a blast of fresh air for her.
By the end of the night, Ray, Sharif and Sarah and I were in the centre of the Perk, sort of cornered by the rest of the denizens. Brennan was talking about moving PLOJ again after XXXI. He's found a new place that he thinks is likely. Unfortunately, it's another venue, but not College Park, which... well, we'll see.
By the end of the night, Ray, Sharif and Sarah and I were in the centre of the Perk, sort of cornered by the rest of the denizens. Brennan was talking about moving PLOJ again after XXXI. He’s found a new place that he thinks is likely. Unfortunately, it’s another venue, but not College Park, which… well, we’ll see.

November 18th, 2004.

I’ve been trying to hide out for a couple of days now. There was originally a plan of “taking November off”… but then there was PLOJ, and a couple of showcases we couldn’t turn down… then there was Firedean’s offer, and the practices inherent in that… and now there is a Funk Box show, and the practices inherent in that.

You've Come A Long Way, Baby. Yes, the is mini-me, I think at about age 5, at what might be my first on-stage appearance. That's my cousin, Alana, who was part of a well-known Baltimore-area cover band during the 80s. She just asked me to sing with her, and I'm telling her that I can't because I don't know the words. Man, I still do this shrug.
You’ve Come A Long Way, Baby. Yes, the is mini-me, I think at about age 5, at what might be my first on-stage appearance. That’s my cousin, Alana, who was part of a well-known Baltimore-area cover band during the 80s. She just asked me to sing with her, and I’m telling her that I can’t because I don’t know the words. Man, I still do this shrug.

I need a break from people, and everyone gathers me up and asks how my break is going and how the writing is going and how the world is going, and there’s the horrible realization that it’s November 18th already and the break hasn’t happened yet. That scares me, because one of the SPECIFIC purposes of the break is to get some writing done, and it’s going very, very slowly.

It frightens me, the depths of my writer’s block. I’ve never written as prolifically as I did in college, but I really fear that the three year momentum of working a desk-job, where my priorities and concerns were SO far different – I fear that that momentum has got a lot of damage to do yet. I fear it’s still rolling through my skull, replacing words with code and blocking me from that mainline, the one that used to keep me writing all the Live long day.

It frightens me how THAT has changed. Now I struggle to force my attention span onto one thing, and the words are a battle. I went to art school, but most of my  scholarship money came from my writing portfolio. Hell, Alan Ginsberg gave me money for my poetry so that I could go to MICA. What the Hell did I love, how did I lose it? And how the Hell do I pick it back up again? Mew.

November 22nd, 2004.

Deep in the... well... right on the edge of West Virginia. Many a sea chanty and old Irish song were sung. As well as some ilyAIMY tunes of mice, some old ghost locomotive tales, all sorts of good stuff. There was much women gettin their men killed and then committin suicide and falling in Love with one another and war and drinking out of one another's skulls. Whee!
Deep in the… well… right on the edge of West Virginia. Many a sea chanty and old Irish song were sung. As well as some ilyAIMY tunes of mice, some old ghost locomotive tales, all sorts of good stuff. There was much women gettin their men killed and then committin suicide and falling in Love with one another and war and drinking out of one another’s skulls. Whee!
Heather encountered Chantal at the New Song Festival. She is the Spider Queen.
Heather encountered Chantal at the New Song Festival. She is the Spider Queen.

This weekend there was much ado to do. Saturday night we drove off to West Virginia to hang out with some of the friends that Heather met out at the New Song Festival. Had an awesome time, though it took me a little while to find my comfort zone. There was a lot of discussion of blowing things up, and cannons, and trebuchets. There was a brief moment of connection over Punkin Chunkin, but then… then I was lost again. They know far too much on that whole blowing up of things front.

Anywho, after dinosaur cake and the dipping of many things in chocolate we retired to the basement to trade songs and stories. If I had a perfect memory, the Quote Page would’ve doubled in size over night, but unfortunately (or perhaps fortunately – there’s only SO much responsibility I really like to have for spreading certain things) I don’t. Could only remember a couple of fragments. But they DO cover outmoded modes of redneck communication, pregnant tape, Claymation, and road kill – so it’s a nice broad swath.

Wow – okay, just to be up front with everyone, I’m writing this while watching a Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends marathon… which means LOTS and LOTS of very cool toy commercials.

God, that new Lego Millenium Falcon. So fine.

Anywho, then Sunday was Justin’s debut with the Maryland Institute, College of Art’s a capella group – Shades of Grey.

The Shades of Grey performing at Goucher University. Justin’s tiny head is poking over the lead woman’s left shoulder.

They didn’t have an a capella group while I was in school there (much to Audrey’s distress, I’m sure)… and as a matter of fact, there have been a WHOLE lot of changes at that school since I graduated. I haven’t been there to keep them in line, I suppose. But the a capella group is actually really, really cool.

They performed with the Goucher group Red Hot and Blue last night – and they were really good. Much more focused on sort of traditional choiry tunes (?) then I’d seen out of a capella groups previously. Red Hot and Blue was much more the typical group, doing remakes of sort of cheesy tunes from the late 80s and early 90s with little skits and co-ordinated dance moves. They were much more about hamming it up than about the music. Shades of Grey were much more about the music than about the performance… all in all, I wish they’d mix it up a little bit, but was happier with MICA’s end of things than with Goucher’s. A couple of pretty decent voices, and I was really impressed with the over-all coordination, the … orchestration? The arrangements.

We should get Shades of Grey to the next PLOJ or something, or perhaps open for us at New Deal or something sometime. That’d be cool, though perhaps a bad idea? Who knows. I’d be amused.

They can’t open for us at the Funk Box tomorrow, though. Got enough to worry about on that front already.

November 24th, 2004.

So tired. The weather is throwing me. The afternoons are looking too much like twilight, and I wake up honestly not knowing whether I am entering the day or leaving it. But hell, I get to wake up in the afternoons, so I suppose I don’t have all that much to complain about.

John and Ash, two new ilyAIMYites. I think we've got to write a really danceable tune so that we can keep jamming on it so that John and Ash can have a big dance-off with Jason and Cat. Now THAT would be a cool night. Sigh, it would HAVE to be at the Funk Box though, with those spring-loaded floors... yum.
John and Ash, two new ilyAIMYites. I think we’ve got to write a really danceable tune so that we can keep jamming on it so that John and Ash can have a big dance-off with Jason and Cat. Now THAT would be a cool night. Sigh, it would HAVE to be at the Funk Box though, with those spring-loaded floors… yum.
ilyAIMY at the Funk Box on Tuesday night. I was wired up and apparently played everything really fast - which would explain how I fit a 12 song set into an hour AND talked as much as I did. I think I told stories about the fire hydrant from earlier in the day, the story of Valeree getting hit in the head by a big steel moon, my old bass player bringing home women in trios, AND managed to advertise CDs, our next two shows, our mailing list... yeah. Was a little wired. Must've been crack in that there sushi.
ilyAIMY at the Funk Box on Tuesday night. I was wired up and apparently played everything really fast – which would explain how I fit a 12 song set into an hour AND talked as much as I did. I think I told stories about the fire hydrant from earlier in the day, the story of Valeree getting hit in the head by a big steel moon, my old bass player bringing home women in trios, AND managed to advertise CDs, our next two shows, our mailing list… yeah. Was a little wired. Must’ve been crack in that there sushi.

The Funk Box show was fun, sounded good. Thanks everybody that came out. It was definitely a labor of love, though, because what looked very crowed was actually very much not, and then on top of everything they docked us payment for two more people because they assumed we’d used all 4 of our comp tickets instead of the two we actually used. I’m done being bitchy about that now. Sigh.

Speaking of dancing. "Oh Damn" brought romance into the Lives of many, it seems. Jason and Shawn getting it on. SO much dancing at the Funk Box. The earlier frenzied almost-mosh (will we ever get to full mosh? I'm not sure if I hope for it or not - maybe JUST to say that we're an acoustic band and had a mosh pit) inspired me to reorganize the set-list a bit and throw some heavier stuff in like Storm and Steel...
Speaking of dancing. “Oh Damn” brought romance into the Lives of many, it seems. Jason and Shawn getting it on. SO much dancing at the Funk Box. The earlier frenzied almost-mosh (will we ever get to full mosh? I’m not sure if I hope for it or not – maybe JUST to say that we’re an acoustic band and had a mosh pit) inspired me to reorganize the set-list a bit and throw some heavier stuff in like Storm and Steel…
Something I've learned to really Love - if you look carefully at matched lips, what I saw clearly from the stage actually shows up in this shot that Mara got (also during "Oh Damn", I think. Jason and Cat are singing along as they're dancing. Nothing like having a room singing "hey sweetness"... Maybe I'll try getting the audience to sing along at the College Perk gig... (hint hint)q
Something I’ve learned to really Love – if you look carefully at matched lips, what I saw clearly from the stage actually shows up in this shot that Mara got (also during “Oh Damn”, I think. Jason and Cat are singing along as they’re dancing. Nothing like having a room singing “hey sweetness”… Maybe I’ll try getting the audience to sing along at the College Perk gig… (hint hint)

I love when people dance and get into stuff. It makes me happy. It makes me feel like I’m giving people something. That people come out to see us still feels like a gift.

The band we opened for at the Funk Box, the Mosquitos. Very nice act, sort of like a wired-up version of the Combustible Edisons. The reminded Rowan and I of Frente, perhaps coupled with early, early Police.
The band we opened for at the Funk Box, the Mosquitos. Very nice act, sort of like a wired-up version of the Combustible Edisons. The reminded Rowan and I of Frente, perhaps coupled with early, early Police.
Good energy, short set. I liked the wiggly woman upfront, Zsou Zsou was what it sounded like. Brazilian, singing often in Portugese - they are from New York City and I'm jealous of whatever distortion their bass player was using.
Good energy, short set. I liked the wiggly woman upfront, Zsou Zsou was what it sounded like. Brazilian, singing often in Portugese – they are from New York City and I’m jealous of whatever distortion their bass player was using.

So the solo show, looks like it’s going to be awesome. Perhaps so awesome, in fact, that I should have been more bold and opted to host it at a larger venue when I was thinking of places to have it. I figured I wanted it kind of small and casual. I mean, this time WAS supposed to be band vacation, after all. So this thing is supposed to be fun. In thinking of it that way, I completely forgot that lots of other people might think it would be fun, too, and oh, I don’t know … come see it. Duh.

Still, we should all have such problems. Anyone who wants to come, come on down and we’ll make it work. If I can pack the car, I can pack a coffeeshop. Oh, and turns out Brian Gundersdorf of We’re About 9 is doing a solo show the very next night at the old Jahva House in Ellicott City. My first appearance of any kind with ilyAIMY was a couple songs at the Jahva House the last night it was open under that name. So that shows you how new and how old I am to the ilyAIMY tradition. Anywho, Brian’s trying to get them to bring music back there. So why not make a weekend of it, everyone? Solo Shows and Turkey Leftovers Weekend. Brian and I shoud get some joint T-shirts made. Anyone got a solo show on Sunday?

November 24th, 2004.

So, don’t I know the rule by now? If you wake up from a bad dream, you never, ever go back to sleep – because the next dream will be worse. By all means, attempt to return to slumber in the case of interrupted dreams of phantasm Lovers, or hit snooze to avoid your mundane employer – but if your dreams are nightmares of horror and distress, don’t let the pillow capture your skull again.

Last night was decent enough – Hell, we played the Funk Box – and that’s always awesome. I didn’t bother to bring my effects pedal because I Love the way my guitar sounds through their sound system. I’m still not sure if it’s the sound guy’s aesthetic or just the way the system’s set up, but some one Loves bass, and I Love it too, and my guitar – and for that matter – my whole band just sounds so MASSIVE and full there. And the audience Loved us. It sounded so large! Imagine my horror when I finally went and looked at the numbers for the night and realized we’d only had a draw of 18! Ouch.

I can tell myself that that’s not too bad for a Tuesday night before Thanksgiving on a week’s notice. But on the otherhand…

A lot of friends in Frederick on Monday night - here's Jeff Gerlach and Karyn Oliver of Symbiont playing with a background of Christmas lights. Hehe... <body bg="xmasLights">
A lot of friends in Frederick on Monday night – here’s Jeff Gerlach and Karyn Oliver of Symbiont playing with a background of Christmas lights. Hehe…
My first real hint of Christmas decorations for the year - other than that stupid frat house in College Park - We played Frederick Coffee Company Monday night, and the place looked like the coffee house personification of Christmas! (my favourite season!)
My first real hint of Christmas decorations for the year – other than that stupid frat house in College Park – We played Frederick Coffee Company Monday night, and the place looked like the coffee house personification of Christmas! (my favourite season!)

But we did well. I’ve really got to thank Liz – she went around pushing the mailing list, and the returns on that were massive. So, thank you thank you Liz, I hope you’ll be willing to do that again. And not that she’ll ever read this, but I also DO have to thank our sometimes agent, Diana of Moore Music, who landed us our Funk Box gigs. I feel bad disappointing her, perhaps. I don’t know how hard she works on getting us gigs – I think we actually tend to be much more of a last-minute choice, it seems. But someday I hope to turn that around.

Andre Cutair at the Frederick Coffee Company - it was cool to have so many friends there that night - Andre I've known since 95 or so - I think I met him through Will Schaff in college, perhaps just around the same time I picked up guitar. His beautiful voice and delicate chords rang through the Frederick night... I was really flattered by how blown-away HE was by our performance. I've always felt that my oldest fans/friends are my most important critics. They are the ones that I've got to keep impressing - "your set was like a sucker punch and this morning i feel moved and humbled. fuck: you guys blew shit up." Sucker punches are ALWAYS good. (don't get any ideas, Heather)
Andre Cutair at the Frederick Coffee Company – it was cool to have so many friends there that night – Andre I’ve known since 95 or so – I think I met him through Will Schaff in college, perhaps just around the same time I picked up guitar. His beautiful voice and delicate chords rang through the Frederick night… I was really flattered by how blown-away HE was by our performance. I’ve always felt that my oldest fans/friends are my most important critics. They are the ones that I’ve got to keep impressing – “your set was like a sucker punch and this morning i feel moved and humbled. fuck: you guys blew shit up.” Sucker punches are ALWAYS good. (don’t get any ideas, Heather)
Lea was the featured performer of Steve Key's Frederick Coffee Company Singer/Songwriter Showcase. I think she'll also be recording one of Steve's songs - I'm not sure of the title - the one that goes "We're just here for the runnin... that's all" - great song. Anywho, she sang it with him Monday night.
Lea was the featured performer of Steve Key’s Frederick Coffee Company Singer/Songwriter Showcase. I think she’ll also be recording one of Steve’s songs – I’m not sure of the title – the one that goes “We’re just here for the runnin… that’s all” – great song. Anywho, she sang it with him Monday night.

And of course, huge thanks to everyone who came out. There’s pictures later on – thanks to my parents for coming out to a smokey bar (I hope you had a good time despite that) and thanks to Heather’s parents for coming out (and Mara for taking pictures… more of those later on).

Lea also counts as an old, old friend. She came to play at MICA perhaps a little before I met Andre, somewhere in my... well, must've been my junior year or so? I later bought my first Takamine because she'd been playing a Takamine Jasmine and I Loved the way she played. An amazing player, she's all beating her poor guitar and slapping it around. Jazzy bassy. Heather's having her "solo" show with Sharif and Amy and asked me if I could have the same sort of set-up who I'd choose... After much thought, and after she told me I couldn't have Eddie Van Halen - I figured I'd want Lea on bass and vocals and Brooke Parkhurst (from Tinsmith) playing banjo and guitar and whistle and her beautiful, beautiful voice.
Lea also counts as an old, old friend. She came to play at MICA perhaps a little before I met Andre, somewhere in my… well, must’ve been my junior year or so? I later bought my first Takamine because she’d been playing a Takamine Jasmine and I Loved the way she played. An amazing player, she’s all beating her poor guitar and slapping it around. Jazzy bassy. Heather’s having her “solo” show with Sharif and Amy and asked me if I could have the same sort of set-up who I’d choose… After much thought, and after she told me I couldn’t have Eddie Van Halen – I figured I’d want Lea on bass and vocals and Brooke Parkhurst (from Tinsmith) playing banjo and guitar and whistle and her beautiful, beautiful voice.

So, a good night on that front. Had an early load-in, which meant an early (and easy) sound check – I like dealing with professionals. i.e. – the other band was on time (despite being from New York!), the venue opened it’s doors to us on time, the sound guy was there on time, we were there on time – professional! Even as the opening band, we got a thorough sound check – everything was smooooth like baby ass. We had time left over to run and get sushi, and that was good too.

Sushi, Funk Box – lots of friends AT the Funk Box… parking ticket. Fucking Hell. Second fucking parking ticket in a week.

But, that won’t get me down.

Because everything was professional, and everything started on time, we got out on time, and I LOVE getting out of a venue at 11pm on a weekday. We got home, I ate lasagna, and eventually turned in. Sleep was long in coming, so I took it out on Heather in the form of a giggling pillow fight. Quite nice. Rambled about quarks and the brush strokes of God to lull her back into complacency, but then fell asleep before I could take advantage of that complacency with another darkness-stealthed night attack.

I woke up this morning at 9.30am. That’s a rarity. Almost an obscenity. I no longer believe in the AM as morning – it’s the second half of night. Rain and mist had filtered the morning light into a grey murk that did nothing to dispel the cobwebs of dreaming. In my head there were still air-raid sirens and destruction.

A (perhaps surprisingly) a-typical dream of science fiction monstrosities had stalked through my head, rampaging over the Earth, destroying cities. I remember that Heather and I were hidden in ruins, watching things disintegrate. Trying to survive a nuclear winter while still justifying the guitars strapped to the top of the car. Moving inland away from where the extra-terrestrial wrought terror lies. Packing friends into the car, rearranging the gig baggage so we can fit four people in the mighty post-Apocolyptic Saturn. (Don’t know why we couldn’t get rid of the gig baggage).

And I woke up out of that to hear the reassuring sound of traffic outside. Muffled by the damp, but amplified in it’s way by the car-tire swishing that I still somehow associate with my Grandmother’s old yellow house on it’s hill in Pennsylvania.

Lulled into a sense of security, I failed to resist the warmth temptation of the bed, rolled over, and dreamt Holocaust dreams.

Living so frequently in a Jewish household, having just been to the Spy Museum where so many exhibits were devoted to the fight against Hitler, having just seen a stage version of Anne Frank’s diary…. maybe these things somehow all coagulated in my head this morning.

Hiding Heather for what seemed like months, and people accusing me of “smelling like a Jew”. I tried to at least walk the streets with Rowan in this modern day version of World War II – but we got thrown out of a pizza joint, the owner yelling that Rowan was “darkening his doorstep” – the police were called and we were running through slush that dragged at our footsteps.

Dressed in rags, there wasn’t much any place to go. Everyone knew. I remember the house being ripped apart, chains and whips. Heather being beaten down in the street and my usually monochromatic dreams took great advantage of the melodramatic red blood on snow imagery.

I finally woke up out of that – everything warm and quiet and serene. Grey outside, still drizzling murk. This time I knew it was time to get the fuck up.

While loading for the Funk Box, I watched this van lose control, swing up on the curb, and ram a fire hydrant. Contrary to the Lethal Weapon movies, water did NOT come shooting out like a geyser, and much to my disappointment, merely gushed and pooled. I haven't called 911 since I worked security at school, I think.
While loading for the Funk Box, I watched this van lose control, swing up on the curb, and ram a fire hydrant. Contrary to the Lethal Weapon movies, water did NOT come shooting out like a geyser, and much to my disappointment, merely gushed and pooled. I haven’t called 911 since I worked security at school, I think.
THIS IS NOT OUR SATURN - merely a photograph taken in sympathy for another Saturn. And then we saw another on route 95 heading towards the Funk Box. SO sad. Saturn should have a recall, replace those corner windows with big steel slabs.
THIS IS NOT OUR SATURN – merely a photograph taken in sympathy for another Saturn. And then we saw another on route 95 heading towards the Funk Box. SO sad. Saturn should have a recall, replace those corner windows with big steel slabs.

November 27th, 2004.

This year’s Thanksgiving, sooo much better than last year’s Thanksgiving. Though I miss the mountains and the huge skies of Colorado, I certainly don’t miss trying to make do with a Thanksgiving dinner from a family restaurant rather than through a family. Family/friends.

Orion tried to occupy any chair possible and was very put out when we finally removed him from the table.
Orion tried to occupy any chair possible and was very put out when we finally removed him from the table.
Thanksgiving dinner with Allie and Amy, Panar and Melbourne. James is around somewhere. (oh yeah, he took the picture, duh). One of the best Thanksgiving dinners ever created (thanks to the BLOOD OF ITS CREATORS!!!). Amy has a propensity towards being burned by the bird.
Thanksgiving dinner with Allie and Amy, Panar and Melbourne. James is around somewhere. (oh yeah, he took the picture, duh). One of the best Thanksgiving dinners ever created (thanks to the BLOOD OF ITS CREATORS!!!). Amy has a propensity towards being burned by the bird.

Amy made us a turkey. The creature took all day, stewing in the oven, basting and boiling, broiling and tossing and turning in her Catonsville oven. I chopped apples and stirred stuffing, Alli made key lime pie that I was almost unworthy to consume, but Amy was the star of the day… sticking her hands into all of those unknown turkey crevices with no thought of Life, limb, or how she was going to get the giblets back out from under her nails.

Dinner was amazing.

Heather popped over later and we all lounged and digested and didn’t move very much while watching Shrek 2.

The next day was Heather’s solo show at Caribou Coffee… but I think I’ll force HER to tell you about that. Let me just mention that I’m working my way through the recordings of the night and there are incredible moments of real magic hidden in there. And not so hidden magic – Amy, despite her nervousness, came out strong with her low, sultry voice. Then her high, not so sultry but more fluting voice. Heather got to play with her highs as well.

Heather and Amy Law at Heather's 'solo' show at Caribou Coffee.
Heather and Amy Law at Heather’s ‘solo’ show at Caribou Coffee.

But like I said, that’s Heather’s story.