September 12th, 2007.
Waking up at the Space is always a bit disorienting. After a long, rainy day spent working at Victoria Station, we rolled into the Space’s open mic hoping for a
September 11th, 2007.
Tonight was a good night. All sorts of good things – hanging out in Portsmouth before the show, the night finally presented some true New English upon us and after
September 10th, 2007.
It’s a good day. Hell, the last couple of days have been good days. Putnam, CT always treats us kind (with just a couple of cruelties here or there so
September 5th, 2007.
Such a mixed night last night. After a fantastic open mic on Monday, Heather and I were both high on our status as traveling rockstars and rolled into Maine feeling
September 4th, 2007.
(excerpt from a letter to a friend) We also rolled into a really nice open mic last night – against all expectations. The place wasn’t answering their phone and when we
September 3rd, 2007.
Oh my DEAR lord what a weekend. What a week! For that matter. I always get a little angsty when I feel we’re running full-tilt into our travels and if