December 17th, 2023. The Wild Wild West.
Whelp, I’m sick. And now that I know Lauralee sometimes reads these, I’ll mention that the use of the word “whelp” here is ABSOLUTELY misused! It’s just a SOUND at
Dangerous Music for Dangerous Times.
Whelp, I’m sick. And now that I know Lauralee sometimes reads these, I’ll mention that the use of the word “whelp” here is ABSOLUTELY misused! It’s just a SOUND at
I’m not someone who volunteers for much. I have. I will. I’ve been on a number of boards and committees, but all too often it feels like being part of
(this is going to be a developing post for a while as I gather photos and things!)
It’s Monday morning and I’m bone tired. I do NOT deserve to be. The rest of the band has some form of work this morning, and though I had a
Heather and I were talking on the drive home from Hybridoma last night, about how our last several weeks of gigs have been extremely satisfying, good for the soul, while
A week ago we got a text from our landlord : “Quick question. Don’t freak out but we’re thinking about selling the house. Don’t freak out. We’ll talk.” Then we
So grateful for an amazing day. The whole band running amok here in Frederick, MD. An audience of 1100 people that were, yeah, probably a lot of them were there
So I posted this today after a follow-up interaction with a new friend at the open mic in Frederick, MD (the woman with the sweetest dog). “I Love when :
I’m not accomplishing very much right now. There’s a feeling that I’m just being carried forward by the push of events and I don’t have fingers or toes long enough
A strange sense of normalcy as we head west on I-70. Our gateway to so much of America, a highway that leads to Frederick and points West. Pittsburgh, PA tonight.