February 1st, 2004.

Got to go out and see a show tonight. Finally. For the first time in forever, I got to go see music and not play myself.

Did that sentence make sense? I assure you it did.

Anywho, tonight Heather picked me up from Amy’s new house and took me out to the Vault to see the Dreamscapes Project. Now, of course, there was the business side – we’re playing there next week, and we passed out flyers and put up posters and whatnot – but it was awesome to go some place and … well, I’d never say that I don’t like being the centre of attention – but I didn’t have to be “on”, which was really pleasant.

The Dreamscapes Project was incredible, as usual. Again, the band is just carried by Keith’s stage presence… well, floor presence tonight. Keith has the energy, and the sheer charisma, as well as the business acumen to REALLY be a rockstar. I was watching him tonight – and there’s part of me that feels very aware of watching him pull strings. There are these visible actions, almost scripted for the sake of the audience – but then tonight especially – I was thinking how I wish I could think things through like he does. He knows what he wants, and methodically he figures out how to make that thing happen. I Love chatting with Keith online, and just imagining the wheels turning in his head.

We also met another act, Infuseon, who met my heavy metal needs. They did a spectacular cover of Tool’s “Sober” and Jimmie’s Chicken Shack’s “Dropping Anchor”. I wish I could’ve opened up and really thrashed aboot in a pleasantly active fashion, but … alas, I am just too reserved.

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…

DCF 1.0
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
DCF 1.0
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 21st, 2004. 3.12am

SO sleepy. And of course, sleep eludes me. My brain is too whirly-full of fur and fuzz and thoughts. Dressing up as Marilyn Monroe, cicadas, a woman from tonight’s show, Nefrit’s rhythms, Keith’s banter… Keith’s hair, plans and schedules and the spectacular complexity of Life.

Nefrit El-Or at Jammin Java.
Nefrit El-Or at Jammin Java.

Life. Don’t talk to me about Life.

Tonight’s gig at Jammin Java was scrumptious. It left Heather and I in a lot of pain, but it was worth it. We got a decent response to our performance (and I saw a couple of faces that I wasn’t expecting, but was really glad to see – Ari: thanks for your table-full of creatures… and Cox? Thanks for your heads.

Brennan was filling my skull with dreams and possibilities, and now my inner gears won’t stop mulling and churning and burning the mindnight oil.

Sara brought us cicadas, and Keith cut his hair. And Nefrit El-Or continues to make my interior rhythms whirl to different dances. I can never sleep after her shows, and I have no place to retreat to and play guitar till the sun comes up. No place to let it out.

My head is full and pounding and I never know how to just
shut
it
down.

Also, I am CONVINCED that when they fixed my laptop, they installed an upgraded, and more difficult, version of Solitaire. I haven’t won a game since I got it back. CURSE the insomnia that has allowed me to discover this treachery!