April 12th, 2005.
It’s stupid that movies should impart bad dreams. Maybe it’s just coupled with the familial stress from my current circumstances (I’ve just cancelled my first shows almost EVER). Whatever it
April 9th, 2005.
Nine weeks. That’s 63 days. Roundabouts. That’s 1/6th of a year, which sounds decidedly less impressive, I suppose. We got Kerrville. I’m somewhat in a state of shock, with fear
April 7th, 2005.
Heather and I are tapping and typing to the sound of falling water. There’s a fountain in the corner of Jozarts Studio, and that, along with the cavernous interior and
April 5th, 2005.
The last few days have been exhausting. Days of dreamless sleep followed by mostly non-sleep filled days. I’m not quite sure what’s been happening, but I’ve been falling to sleep
April 2nd, 2005.
Just got back from our April 1st gig at Perk. Really good show, leaves me exhausted and hungry. Lots of pleased faces, which is flattering since the night started off