March 27th, 2004.
The high-schoolers have come. Yes, we were fairly warned, but they came like locusts, decending upon the Lloydholme like a plague. There is techno pounding through the floor, with occassionally
March 26th, 2004.
Expect typos, I’ve grown far too used to my own computer, and typing on any other machine is pretty alien to me. My pricey, custom-built Alienware 51m has failed me
March 11th, 2005.
The radio show on WRNR, 103.1 FM went surprisingly smoothly. Despite trying to fit us, Eighty1South, Ward Morgan and the Johnny B Band all into one 20 minute slot (and later into
March 10th, 2004.
Another night playing with Ember Swift. It’s amazing how repetition breeds comfort– and tonight it was smiles and familiar faces. A decidedly tragic turn-out, but the Gravity Lounge itself was
March 9th, 2004.
Just a quick note about staying with Damian, my old office-mate from Glovia. Here is one of those people who frequently mentions “Sometimes I wish I could be doing what
March 8th, 2004.
The sun is taking long, flaming limbs, and is stretching them through the cloud barrier of Chantilly, Virginia. It is largely unsuccessful. I was a fool, a fool in socks,
March 7th, 2004.
The last week has been really encouraging. There has been beautiful weather, and really good audiences, and even good CD sales. There have been llamas and kisses and kindness and
March 5th, 2004.
I think I want to try to make sure I photograph our audiences from now on… this way I can keep track who comes to which shows, and reward (or
March 3rd, 2004.
We spent the night with our keyboardist Sharif last night, and it was everything I wanted it to be – I was looking forward to a fun and kind of
March 2nd, 2004.
Rocket won’t leave my legs alone. Rocket is my parents’ cat – and she makes absurd sounds. I have a purring, chirping, hopeful, Loving little black cat butting up against