April 18th, 2008.
I’m often reminded that maybe my brain doesn’t work quite the way a lot of other brains work. Different types of connections, different types of leaps. I don’t remember things
April 16th, 2008.
“If you were immortal, I could understand your choices better.” I ran into the man who wrote that line, Brad Yoder, tonight at an open mic in Pittsburgh. I’d heard it
April 13th, 2008.
The grey lands on us hard, clamps down and spins drizzle across our windshield. We’ve entered Ohio at speed with the hope that it won’t get a grip on us.
April 12th, 2008.
Heather is getting her tattoo. As I write this I think she’s singing Aerosmith’s “Dream On” and making really quiet “lalalalalalalala” sounds with her tongue. The artist, David of Skeleton
April 11th, 2008.
Oh God, it’s too early. But Heather’s destined to get her tattoo today, so we’ve got to make it from Louisville, KY to Columbus, IN by 11am. It’s not a
April 10th, 2008.
Heather and I have been hitting night after night here in Louisville, KY – smacking ourselves into the local scene. Being from Maryland, nominally from the north and certainly from
April 9th, 2008.
Still in Louisville, where the temperature is pleasant, but the rain will creep back into my world by nightfall. I feel for the people who live a few hours from
April 6th, 2008.
It’s a beautiful day somewhere in Indiana. Moments ago it was a beautiful day in Illinois and shortly I expect it to continue being a beautiful day in Kentucky. There’s
April 5th, 2008.
This moment is good for the soul. Last night we played one of my absolute favourite places – the Saint Charles Coffeehouse in Saint Peters, MO. A random find, our
April 4th, 2008.
SO, there are likely coincidences and there are unlikely coincidences. When a couple walked up to rob and I in a crowded Asheville, NC, coffeehouse to ask directions because they