February 17th, 2004.

We checked out the Funk Box last night. Awesome. I know where I want to play. Somehow, we’re going to go play the Funk Box. Angie Aparo’s going to be there… we want to be there… we want to get into the Funk Box.

Last Tuesday, the Hippodrome opened in Baltimore. We played at the Vault again, in an attempt to draw people in there....
Last Tuesday, the Hippodrome opened in Baltimore. We played at the Vault again, in an attempt to draw people in there….
Jack's opened up the windows, and now he can admire his domain.
Jack’s opened up the windows, and now he can admire his domain.

The Funk Box, once upon a time, was the 8×10 – a well-known venue with weird interior visibility issues, kind of okay sound, and really decent name recognition…

We played to Janna, and (above) Anika and Tony. Literally - the audience was three people. The only people for the whole night. Luckily, they Loved us. They are the only ones to have heard our cover of "Killing in the Name Of" by Rage Against the Machine. Whee!!!
We played to Janna, and (above) Anika and Tony. Literally – the audience was three people. The only people for the whole night. Luckily, they Loved us. They are the only ones to have heard our cover of “Killing in the Name Of” by Rage Against the Machine. Whee!!!
It's kind of nice being able to see out of the Vault now, but I'm worried about what the owner's going to have to face now with vandalism and the upped possibility of break-ins and theft.
It’s kind of nice being able to see out of the Vault now, but I’m worried about what the owner’s going to have to face now with vandalism and the upped possibility of break-ins and theft.

Their open mic was popular enough that people would line up outside for two hours before doors opened – musicians lined up in the cold, sort of making friends, and then finally rushing the guy who opens the door – cajoling frozen fingers to sign names on the list… I did it a couple of times, but I have no memory of why. I don’t remember it being THAT cool – but there was a sense of community – perhaps just because we were pulled together by our outdoor angst…

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We met with Brian Gundersdorf of We're About 9 recently to talk different business strategies. Very useful. Unfortunately, the Jahva House was where we met, and though the furniture is much the same, the upstairs kiddie lounge and anti-furniture-movin warnings are a bit different.
We met with Brian Gundersdorf of We’re About 9 recently to talk different business strategies. Very useful. Unfortunately, the Jahva House was where we met, and though the furniture is much the same, the upstairs kiddie lounge and anti-furniture-movin warnings are a bit different.
DCF 1.0
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I wondered what the Funk Box would be like – and that was the purpose of last night – go check it out. We were scouts. (yes, I know that when I fill the space with text or whatever, that it can get a bit confusing… and so I introduce a new style tonight – CaptionText! whee!!!)

Anywho, the Funk Box is beautiful. Awesome sound, awesome space, awesome stage, awesome fries. I was very happy. We ran into a lot of people I knew from Ellicott City and my time in Baltimore, and met a lot of new people. It looks like it’ll be a very fun place to just hang out – even better to play.

This past Saturday, we played at Zig's with the Dreamscapes Project. I don't know if I've got space for all that went wrong that night. Maybe I'll write about it later. If I have nightmares and then just can't back to sleep without talking about it... erf.
This past Saturday, we played at Zig’s with the Dreamscapes Project. I don’t know if I’ve got space for all that went wrong that night. Maybe I’ll write about it later. If I have nightmares and then just can’t back to sleep without talking about it… erf.
They auctioned off their single fans for Valentine's Day. Made themselves a good amount of money towards the new album, mostly off of a trio of lesbians that were "sold" in one lot at the very end.
They auctioned off their single fans for Valentine’s Day. Made themselves a good amount of money towards the new album, mostly off of a trio of lesbians that were “sold” in one lot at the very end.
Ben at Zig's, waving money aboot. I have no doubt that these are ill-gotten gains.
Ben at Zig’s, waving money aboot. I have no doubt that these are ill-gotten gains.

May 16th, 2004.

Saturday, Heather and I wandered around Ellicott City - blowing bubbles, window shopping, and slipping on rocks. Waving the bubble wand is actually spectacular therapy, and we got the first smile out of Heather practically since the accident.
Saturday, Heather and I wandered around Ellicott City – blowing bubbles, window shopping, and slipping on rocks. Waving the bubble wand is actually spectacular therapy, and we got the first smile out of Heather practically since the accident.

Sitting through movies while the body knits. Well, Mara knits – rob and Heather heal. In the past few days we’ve watched Troy – Brennan and Tori came by and picked us up and dragged us out and it was vastly appreciated. Unfortunately, the movie was crap.

Then last night, we sat and watched Catch Me If You Can – which was awesome and I suggest everyone run out and watch it RIGHT NOW!!! if only for the opening sequence…

And today, Justin and David and Heather and I all went out to see Van Helsing. That one’s awwwesome.

We chased fish and tadpoles and fooled with freaky moss gunk. Beautiful day down by the river in Ellicott. Heather actually had wanted to go get measured for her industrial, but the place was closed - so we were forced to amuse ourselves.
We chased fish and tadpoles and fooled with freaky moss gunk. Beautiful day down by the river in Ellicott. Heather actually had wanted to go get measured for her industrial, but the place was closed – so we were forced to amuse ourselves.
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Heather and I at Caribou Coffee in Owings Mills. Great show - great photographs by Justin Lloyd. We had begun the evening playing outside, competing with the fountain and the traffic and the strip-mall speakers spouting disco tunes and easy listening favourites. Half-way through the night, dodging wind-tossed umberellas, we moved the gig inside - and then the storm struck, with rivers of water pouring through out of the sky, sending parking lot wanderers scurrying.
Heather and I at Caribou Coffee in Owings Mills. Great show – great photographs by Justin Lloyd. We had begun the evening playing outside, competing with the fountain and the traffic and the strip-mall speakers spouting disco tunes and easy listening favourites. Half-way through the night, dodging wind-tossed umberellas, we moved the gig inside – and then the storm struck, with rivers of water pouring through out of the sky, sending parking lot wanderers scurrying.
After the gig, Heather displayed her spectacular slug-wrangling skills and caught me about five of the beasts. I'd been wanting to get photographs of them, and had been calling them for days, but I guess it was the cool night and low-lying fog that brought them forth.
After the gig, Heather displayed her spectacular slug-wrangling skills and caught me about five of the beasts. I’d been wanting to get photographs of them, and had been calling them for days, but I guess it was the cool night and low-lying fog that brought them forth.
Beautiful, beautiful slug. I was immediately entranced. We brought them inside after a while, and played with them on a plate on the kitchen table. They tried to make their escape, but Heather harassed and coralled, till they collapsed into broken, trained, tame little slug lumps.
Beautiful, beautiful slug. I was immediately entranced. We brought them inside after a while, and played with them on a plate on the kitchen table. They tried to make their escape, but Heather harassed and coralled, till they collapsed into broken, trained, tame little slug lumps.