June 30th, 2006.
Superman was fucking awesome. I even got more wrapped up in the Love story than the rest of the flick – almost cried. So… SO good.
June 29th, 2006.
Ok, I haven’t been writing alot, but for once, it’s not because I’m a slacker. Not really – I’ve just been preoccupied with writing in other places. Letters – so
June 28th, 2006.
Rod Deacea at the West Side Cafe in Frederick, MD. When the owner of a venue steps forward and wants to be your opening act, you have a grand old
June 27th, 2006.
Today I heard my first cicada of the year. It whined on like some horrible invasion and then vanished, embarassed when no-one joined in. That, to me, is the sound
June 21st, 2006.
Hugs are these spectacular things that you can’t really sing about lest you be branded a children’s musician or perhaps gay. It’s sad that way. There are the usuals that
June 19th, 2006.
I-70 is endless as only an interstate can be. Passing truckers slowly, I try to sleep, I try to write, I try to work – all sorts of things are
June 17th, 2006.
Audience at Pop’s Blue Moon in St Louis, Missouri. Pop’s Blue Moon is just cool. It reminds me of some of the more eclectic bars we’ve played around the country,
June 16th, 2006.
Holy shit. I just watched our stage narrowly miss our Saturn. But that’s not the story I’m telling just yet. You have to wait for that.] Heather at the Stagger
June 15th, 2006.
Not much to say right now. Worn the fuck out. Got up earlier than I wanted to. Rare that I sleep as hard as i did, Heather apparently had a
June 13th, 2006.
What… the… fuck? I’m so glad we didn’t see any accidents with THIS truck… Heather and I are slightly more road warrior this evening than usual. Though we’re completely “nomadic”,