January 31st, 2018.
Tonight I was booked to not just play, but to run a showcase to boot. Liz (credited with the below photo) had been looking for some new regular event at
January 29th, 2018.
I’m tired tonight. Friday night we had a band practice, Saturday night we had a pretty massive gig. Sunday night I was at a showcase for hours and tonight was
January 25th, 2018.
Our friend Colleen died yesterday of the flu. Completely out of the blue. I’m stunned. She was 41 and beautiful and stunning – so she had that effect in Life
January 22nd, 2018.
I hate it. I hate how my brain just rehashes, reviews, reshows things. It’s 2.30 in the morning and my brain keeps sending tendrils of awareness through every inch of
January 17th, 2018.
Oh, hey snow! I’d been wondering when you were gonna get here. Now I wonder how long you’ll stay. My car’s in the shop, I’ve got no place to be,
January 16th, 2018.
Yesterday was a not-very-funny comedy of errors. I was NOT ready to go back to my open mic mentally, and I think that that translated into the physical. I’d been
January 14th, 2018.
We returned to the Old Bowie Town Grille last night and though onstage I was happy with myself, offstage I was displeased. I was funny and charming and played guitar
January 12th, 2018.
Oh woe is me. Christmas is dead. We took out the tree. The last week or so has been remarkably lack-lustre, plus or minus having a really fun band practice