April 27th, 2006.

My mom walking her cats.

Wow.  Just got an email leaving me feeling pretty stunned.  A lengthy email about how I’m a worthless and talentless parasite who would shame my dead father. Pretty painful to read from someone who I’d somewhat respected.

After posting my thoughts on myspace and after being bolstered by a couple of friends’ pettings, pattings and words of encouragement, I go to talk to my mom about the whole thing (he’s a friend of hers) and she goes on about how she’s told me to avoid him for years and that he’s just a bitter man Living off his mother (he moved back in when I was about 6?) and to cut that negativity from my Life.

It still keeps me awake, people vote with their wallets – maybe our fiscal situation is a more accurate guage of our talents than I’d like to admit.

Eh… fuck that.

Part of our audience at California University, in California, PA. Kimmy, unfortunately was leaning the wrong way and is off to the right of the frame someplace. Silly woman! In any case, it was pretty bizarre to go up to a place that I often think of as knowing so very well and then playing mostly to people I didn’t know. We got a lot of mailing list names and ate a whole lot of celery. Shit, that reminds me that I’ve missed an upDates. Sigh… I’m such a fucking slacker!!! Oh, and I curse too much. Thats been brought to my attention. WhatEVER!

I know, I know – things have gotten badly out of order at this point. Above is my greatly fatigued band sitting at a nicely organized merch table (yeah, we had a lot of spare time on our hands) at California University of Pennsylvania. Below, the misty mountains of West Virginia. Despite the length and frenetic speed and Sharif’s non-stop penis commentary, I Loved this drive. We really saw some of the East Coast at it’s finest. For all my second-thoughts along the way, it was such a good trip.

Rowan and Heather thinking they can pass us. Whatever. Rowan and I were texting back and forth for a lot of the trip (phone calls being kind of rough in mountainous terrain). He dubbed me “rouge leader” which wasn’t really what he was trying to say.

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