December 19th , 2004.
So, we’re headed home. I-83 stretches ahead of us, but only a moderate distance. I-83 is a road with an end, and I have no fear of it. And snow
December 17th , 2004.
A lot of last night seems sort of like a dream. Or perhaps a drug-induced hallucination. This morning I was awoken by too much light, glistening and glittering… Heather was poking
December 16th, 2004.
Happy birthday, high school crush. Aleithea, if we ever cross paths again, your’s is the ONLY birthday that has ever stuck in my head. Boston is full of the brightness.
December 14th, 2004.
I’ve been having an excruciatingly clumsy two days. During that time, I have: Hit myself in the right knee with the drum. Slipped and fell on a hardwood floor and
December 14th, 2004.
The moment we leave Providence, the clouds start breaking up. Here in Somerville (effectively part of Boston) – well, we’re visiting with my old, old friend, Whitney – and her
December 13th, 2004.
It’s been an interesting couple of days – full of highs and lows. There still hasn’t really been a night where we performed as well as at the Custom House
December 10th, 2004.
Okay, the rain is getting a bit absurd. “Providence is where it rains two days out of three, except during the rainy season, when it snows like a bitch.” Saw
December 9th, 2004.
Yesterday everything turned around. After our morning bout of answering emails and website maintenance and scheduling and Life the Universe and Everything, Heather and I went a wanderin. I’m not
December 8th, 2004.
Tonight we headed out to the Century Lounge – I’m tired of empty bars and smatterings of applause. Already I miss home. Maybe it’s just the weather, but there’s just
Dec. 7, 2004
Today is my mother’s birthday. It is also Pearl Harbor Day. My mother was not born on the actual Pearl Harbor Day. So there you go. Happy Birthday, Mom. –