April 29th, 2004.
Sharif is a close to perfect little pianist automaton. I’m listening to our recording of Will from WOBC – setting up the EQ, tweaking – and it’s Sharif’s piano which
April 28th, 2004.
After the radio show Sunday, rob was really tired, but I find that we live so much at night these days that I crave sunshine, and I was determined to
April 27th, 2004.
Sitting at Sarah’s, being fed by her boy, Matt. We did NOT know that he’d gone to culinary school. Good lord. I want to draw his ear to my mouth
April 26th, 2004.
Yes, the pagans. So many conversations, so out of my depth – the speaker’s name was Sam Webster – Google him and read. I don’t feel that I’m dumb, but
April 25th, 2004.
It’s a lazy day. Exhausted from carrying far, far too much musical equipment back and forth and back and forth and back and forth across the Oberlin campus, we find
April 24th, 2004.
Oberlin Ohio, as has been related, is absolutely beautiful, though perhaps too small for my taste. It’s bigger than California (7 numbered streets and three cross streets named after fruit),
April 23rd, 2004.
Somewhere on I-76, racing through Ohio, waiting for something to change. Anything. We realized before that Ohio is boring. I was perfectly prepared for Nebraska to be the worst state
April 22nd, 2004
Oh, my God, the font is a different color [yeah, yeah, yeah, meaning NOWADAYS “the category is set to ‘Heather’” – rob 12/27/17] – That could only mean one thing:
April 20th, 2004.
Ah, the infamous 4.20. There’s a party here tonight that I’m eager to miss. We went and wandered around South Side Pittsburgh, window shopping and snacking, grocery shopping and snacking,
April 19th, 2004.
From somewhere just North of the Pennsylvania line – I-70, listening to Ellis Paul: It’d be cool to be singer/songwriter owner/operators – musicians who also own a big 18-wheeler. We’d