January 29th, 2012.
Ugh – stressful gig dream. I was in front of a large auditorium of some sort with a hundred staring people and one of the most complex nests of mic
January 23rd, 2012.
Last night was exquisite. Despite feeling sick all day and never quite getting a chance to eat anything, the open mic was remarkably feel-good, relaxed and Lovely. It didn’t hurt
January 17th, 2012.
Last night I dreamt a ghost was playing my guitar. I don’t remember the details. I think we were in a greenroom or something – the whole band was in
January 16th, 2012.
I’m an exhausted puppy. I’m really looking forward to the end of the week because we get to play a more rocking kind of show. I’ve been feeling tense after
January 11th, 2012.
People suck. It’s true. There are a lot of great ones out there and I think the good guys probably outnumber the bad guys, but I think the actions of
January 9th, 2012.
It’s a wonderful feeling when another musician you truly admire comes out to one of your shows and displays every evidence of enjoying the Hell out of himself. Not James
January 2nd, 2012.
Happy 2012! Fantastic last gig of the year, fantastic first open mic of the year – I’m a pretty chipper rob. There was a smooch today, with a backdrop of