December 22nd, 2009.
I Love what I think of as “my job” – being a musician pretty much rocks, pun absofuckinlutely intended. There’s a lot of hard work and a lot of blue
December 21st, 2009.
My back hurts. Something fierce. I’m glad we didn’t end up going down to the store yesterday (and from what I hear, we really weren’t needed), but we did all
December 16th, 2009.
People are decidedly nasty. In general, we’re small-minded and short-sighted and generally a little bit nasty. I’ve been fortunate enough not to surround myself with That Kind, but unfortunately, That
December 13th, 2009.
Christmas is coming, the rob is getting fat. Please put a penny in Heather’s hat, cause no-one else in the band ever wears one. Well – I’m not ACTUALLY getting
December 11th, 2009.
Booking is invariably slow and discouraging. Even when returning to familiar territory, there’s a myriad of favourite venues that have gone under or changed management – or that nightmarish unfamiliarity
December 8th, 2009.
My friend Freddie (@freddieoconnell) tweets: “Watching @robilyaimy tweet with @MillaJovovich is surreal. Only one has stayed in my guest room … and ridden in @dhlovelife’s [Daryl Hannah’s] car.” It’s surreal
