May 18th, 2005.
Rough gig tonight. The Soap Box treated us well, but our instruments did not. I broke two strings at inconvenient moments, moments where I simply couldn’t play it off. The
May 17th, 2005.
Last night we ended up at the open mic at the Rusty Nail. I miss that place – our first introduction to Wilmington, I feel sort of bad that we
May 16th, 2005.
Sitting at Deanne’s house, watching the sun go by. She keeps it dim in here, and we struggle with blinds and drapes in an effort to let some of the
May 14th, 2005.
I had a dream the other night with the full awareness that my Father had died. Previous dreams involved just having him in the background, like he always was… then
May 7th, 2005.
Last night, I slept in a bed. It was glorious. Last night Heather and I competed at the Susquehanna Music and Arts Festival among such great writers as Teresa Storch and Zoe Mulford… and
May 4th, 2005.
You know, wandering like this has really driven home one point in particular. I was raised with psychotic pets. A dog that bit me, a cat that bit me, and
May 3rd, 2005.
Wow, so I just heard that Conan O’Brian is going to have Ani Difranco on tonight. I think that this will be first time he’s ever had a musical act
May 1st, 2005.
Happy May Day. Amy’s mix CD is guiding us home through the rain, to a tiny house in the woods of Connecticut on family land. She is our lady of