June 8th, 2005.
I-10 on the way back East. It means that with our generally evening-oriented approach to travel, we’re finally not forced to stare the sun down into our destination. We’re listening
June 7th, 2005.
Woke up feeling really out of sorts today. Age. Feeling like… how did I get here? How did I get so far? It frightens me. I think I hit this
June 6th, 2005.
18 days til Maryland. Last night Heather and I had a gig at a place called “Dean’s” that we’d picked up from Pete Simple at the Vintage Bar a couple
June 5th, 2005.
Still in Houston. I like it here. Well, I like it indoors here. We’ve been to a couple of open mics, met some interesting people, but mostly I’ve just sort
June 1st, 2005.
The night before last we left Kerrville – we would’ve only been able to stick around until noon the next day anyway, and I was tired of always being too
June 1st, 2005.
There is something about music festival culture that changes the way time works. The days are extended and run into each other. Late-a.m. bedtimes, delayed by jams and the noise