April 17th, 2011.
Driving through the water has been intense. The rain came suddenly out of the west, up and over the mountains, pouring rivers down upon West Virginia – and it’s decided
April 17th, 2011.
Ah – family. I’m trying to be better about being connected to my immediate family. It’s tricky. My brother is all… sporty. And he and his wife both have doctorates
April 16th, 2011.
It’s sort of a weird morning. Last night’s show at the Purple Fiddle was a pleasant surprise. No-one from our 25 people showed their face, which made me sad. No-one
April 15th, 2011.
The Six Mile Underground open mic is off the ground and running. Well, obviously it’s little paws are still on the ground. They appear to actually have traction, too. The
April 13th, 2011.
I’m sitting at Heather’s new Java Mammas open mic. It’s so strange to be in this familiar place and NOT be running things. It’s kind of relaxing, kind of surreal.
April 10th, 2011.
It’s Sunday morning and we’re headed to a house concert that I fear is not destined to be populated. There are 4 RSVPs and two additional “attendees” from Facebook, one