September 30th, 2011.
We’re somewhere north of Putnam… I guess. North West I guess. It’s not even 1am yet but I’m feeling the weight of not having slept enough and of the darkness
September 29th, 2011.
Last night we played the first of the shows we’ve booked through NACA (National Association of College Activities) and it was marvelous. Not that that has anything to do with
September 28th, 2011.
Last night was unexpectedly awesome and it had nothing to do with the music. We played the Rhode Island Songwriters Association open mic as the featured artist, and the room
September 24th, 2011.
(editor’s note – okay, as I reorganize the Journal, I’m going to try to realign photos with entries – good lord they’re WAY OFF – so … starting NOW… -rob
September 23rd, 2011.
It would’ve been a good day to pack the Eons. Or something fuzzy and warm. Like a cat. Or just something bright yellow. Heather, Kristen and I are loaded for
September 21, 2011
Don’t stone me, but not a single Pearl Jam song exists in my computer or my apartment. The radio provides me my fix of them. I had to be coerced
September 18th, 2011.
Ohio looks like a mystery tonight. There’s most of a moon hanging huge in the sky, silvering absolute oceans of mist to either side of I76. Every image is a
September 17, 2011 – Indianapolis, IN to Findlay, OH
We rolled into Indianapolis and swung a few minutes out of our way to visit my tattoo artist, David, at a convention he was working. We stayed the hour-and-a-half we
September 17th, 2011.
My eyeballs are drying out. I normally LIKE being blasted by cool dry air, but tonight (lack of sleep? Getting sick? Demons? Little dry-fingered ocular demons?) my eyeballs feel dry
September 16th, 2011.
Heather says hi. So does all of Columbus, OH. They say it like this: “O H”!!!! Now you say: “I O!!!!” (see? The “hi” is RIGHT in the middle!) That