July 31st, 2009.
The rain is hammering us, pinning us to Maryland. Passing a hearse and a funeral caravan, looming out of the storm, I guess that corpse is getting an appropriate day.
Dangerous Music for Dangerous Times.
The rain is hammering us, pinning us to Maryland. Passing a hearse and a funeral caravan, looming out of the storm, I guess that corpse is getting an appropriate day.
Two amazing things: another rainbow leads to Glen Burnie – and Emissions Testing in under five minutes…. First the rainbow: Tuesday was brutal. We played outside for the Bethesda Farmers
Dreams of old days last night. A strange mix of old days. I dreamt I was in Maryland for segregation – all these signs separating everyone around me, making sure
Got up far too early this morning in order to get breakfast from Carmen’s Country Kitchen. It was worth it, but my brain takes too long to catch up with
The Day of Fail began at 12.45am and it began with Jackson. It’s been warm recently. In an unseasonably cool summer we’ve suddenly ratcheded up the heat and humidity and
Yesterday we went up to New Jersey to get our hands on the new CDs. I’ve been really excited about these for a while – aquiver even – and for
Bright and shiny day. Happy Sunday peoples. It’s far too early – or rather – I stayed up far too late. Or rather… I’ve been staying up far too late.
I’m not used to going to see someone else’s band. It’s a sad tragedy of the job that I almost never go see music on a night off. I see
Too sleepy. I definitely want my bed to be back under me, blankets wrapped tight around me – it’s actually been sleeping weather recently, a rarity in the DC area.
The album artwork is almost done. I’ve just got to juggle text a bit, make everything fit on the back – and we’ll be a happy bunny. Scanning, painting, photoshopping,