January 31st, 2005.
I don’t know that we’ve ever had an open mic turn around so dramatically on us… and I mean that in a good way. We arrived at Ham’s Restaurant and
January 29th, 2005.
The dreary light continues as Heather works the phlegm out of her system. In theory we’re supposed to be singing again tomorrow, but I’m not really sure if she’ll be
January 28th, 2005.
Oh my GOD what a night. Our first real show at the Six String Cafe and I feel we may have blown some people’s minds. Not to be arogant, but
January 27th, 2005.
An eventful day. I almost killed four cats. One because he was whiny all day, one because I mistook him for the one that was whining all day, and the
January 26th, 2005.
We’ve landed in Durham again, and after a slight key fiasco, are relaxing into the airy warmth of Tom and Diane’s place. Heather’s got a cold (if you want to
January 25th, 2005.
On the road again. We’re in …. well, no, I don’t actually know WHERE we are. We played Richmond, Virginia tonight – a bar called Cafe Diem. Tonight we’re staying
January 22nd, 2005.
Oh my God. So tired. Heather and I were up till… 6? 6.30am? When the lights went out the light poured in from the outside. We tried to outwait the
January 22, 2005.
This made us worry about what happens in that Vault basement band room. I’ve been quiet because I’ve been panicked. And when I get to freaking out, I feel like
January 21st, 2005.
I actually had this intense heart-ache last night. I remember that sensation, source of so many songs. But this was something different. Rowan and Sharif and Brennan and I had
January 17th, 2005.
Tired, unable to sleep. Uninterested in sleep. Heather and I have been on this stupid schedule for so long – 5am is when I get interested in bed – that