August 23rd, 2019 – Smack them Drums.
Huh, that wasn’t as hard as I expected. I have the Hinkal curse. We like to buy low as much as possible, but we also would rather throw money at
Dangerous Music for Dangerous Times.
Huh, that wasn’t as hard as I expected. I have the Hinkal curse. We like to buy low as much as possible, but we also would rather throw money at
It’s not what you think, it’s how you act. I think that’s a truism in a LOT of situations, whether it’s facing anger, or fighting down the lessons that are
Monday is of course open mic night. At Teavolve this week we had an absolutely packed night AND Rowan came up! Gino Abellanosa popped up (it seems like forever) a
Damn. And of COURSE WordPress inserts it all exactly INVERSE to my intention. Bah.
Some 25 years ago I was just about to move to Baltimore and join the community at Maryland Institute College of Art – and little did I know, the entire
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
Good morning to the world. It’s bright and absurdly sunshiney. Hell, if I let my hair down and stepped outside whistling a jaunty tune, I’d probably have bluebirds on my
Two different shows. Two VERY different shows. Friday night we were back at the New Deal Café in Greenbelt, MD. We were a full band, we were LOUD (possibly the
I’m watching V. Not that silly thing with Hugo Weaving where the solution to all of the world’s fascism is to magically teleport hundreds of tons of explosives into a
Ugh. Sleep was not satisfying last night. I snuggled down and read, curled in blankets (I’m so grateful for this extended cool weather), and slowly drowsed through a couple of