June 28th, 2021. You Can’t Handle the Troof.
(a picture from that time we visited the Roswell museum in 2007? It seems appropriate) Damn. Do you remember when Scientific American was a prestigious scientific magazine that your NASA
Dangerous Music for Dangerous Times.
(a picture from that time we visited the Roswell museum in 2007? It seems appropriate) Damn. Do you remember when Scientific American was a prestigious scientific magazine that your NASA
(above : Mama Saray and Kim Gravatt join us for a post-performance selfie…) There was a lot of weekend in this weekend. And in the old-style sense of a musician’s
We went to an OPEN MIC tonight. Which was – well, we weren’t sure what it was going to be but it turned out to be simply a perfect night.
Band practice is such a decidedly delicious thing. Even as the weather heats up and outdoors feels like “stepping into a dog’s mouth”, as Rowan put it last night –
I’d planned for today to be a no-screen day but that didn’t get too far. I’m reading a book on my screen. I’m writing the Journal on the screen. I’m
I need to write the Tom Waits song of the past year and a half. War and Pestilence certainly came riding. A plague of locusts upon the land – which
Interesting. A friend excitedly posted about his #1 chart position on a site called N1M and though I’ve gotten emails from them I’d never really looked into it. I clicked
I’m taking the night off. I can do that, right? I deserve it? It’s okay? Yesterday we played in the BILLION DEGREE heat, fending off cicadas and gnats (and by
I’ve been just struck DOWN by spectacular fatigue in the middle of the day every day FOR days. Can’t focus. Brain-fog. TIRED. Not sure if I should be worried about
I get asked this frequently… and I’m getting asked frequentlier – which is totally a word. I’ve probably got another Journal entry about it, but when I got asked today