April 30th, 2005.
Hrm… just swallowed a guitar pick. More on how that comes out later. Lot’s of poopin. No pick. Feeling nauseous. But I don’t think it’s the pick. Erf. Threw up.
April 29th, 2005.
Strange dreams last night. I dreamt of my father being up and about. The whole death thing? Nothing but a mistake. He was out in my parent’s house (significant move
April 28th, 2005.
Late night. Played a good gig with Hugh McGowan at the Burren last night. He played some percussion… well… he played drum through the latter-half of our first set, and
April 27th, 2005.
It’s the other one. Yes, I know it’s been a while since I’ve written, but with the being at home and the caring for personal business, I didn’t feel like
April 27th, 2005.
A quick note before bed. I Love my friends. We arrived well after midnight in the clutches of an old, old friend from high school, Whitney. We sat in her
April 26th, 2005.
Oh my God. The Centre Coffee Bar’s open mic is one of the most fantastic nights of music and voices and PEOPLE (and interestingly leather-worked guitar artisanry) that we’ve been
April 26th, 2005.
Not going to write too much right now. Really tired, slow-starting headache looks to be steamrollering forth with the intent of obliterating my brain. Got into Providence after a ten+
April 24th, 2005
It’s a shame that one of the things that cameras simply can not capture is that gorgeous contrast of grey and green that you get on a day like today.
April 20th, 2005.
My father died in the sunshine at 4.35pm today. Thank you to all the friends and family who’s been propping us up for the past several months, and through his
April 20th, 2005.
I’ve often been of the opinion that people are little more than the sum of their thoughts, their sparkling personalities, their souls. They are not encapsulated by their bodies, and