April 18th, 2004.
The New Deal festival was… wonderful. The whole day was wonderful. But we’re back “home” in Owings Mills, and my body feels like it’s been beaten by large men with
Dangerous Music for Dangerous Times.
The New Deal festival was… wonderful. The whole day was wonderful. But we’re back “home” in Owings Mills, and my body feels like it’s been beaten by large men with
I’m getting roadsick. Not, as the word may imply, sick of the road, but rather following the nomenclature of the word “homesick”. Missing the road. Next week we head out
Sigh. Weird-ass dreams last night. Lobsters… the horrible lobsters in my PANTS!!! I mean, they didn’t have claws, but the Lloyd Lobsters had these bizarre mouth things – they were
The morning after. We played College Perk last night, and I hadn’t looked forward to anything quite like I’d been looking forward to this gig in quite a while. We
I haven’t looked forward to anything as much as I’ve been looking forward totonight’s show in quite a while. Sharif and I have been just sort of jamming around on
When we crash with certain friends, it’s like being a house guest. We get fed and we’re handed towels and everything is very pleasant – other places… it’s like a
We returned to the bar of 70’s decor… we returned to Polly Esther’s. Last night… we went back despite better judgement. Originally, Heather had been planning to go to some
I think I’m finally beginning to realize that the Journal has taken the place of having a hobby outside of music. It’s the thing I just sort of fiddle with
We’re out on the road again, if not travelling extensively. I think I’m officially getting sick of being in Maryland, of knowing the streets and highways, and the unpredictable weather.
The storm hit us at around 5.30 this morning, ripping trees apart and marching raindrops down upon us. The damned things didn’t queue up, they fought to get to us.