it’s summer time. the fish are jumping, baby. had a hoot playing with denton down at the chelsea’s bar on saturday. met some nice folks from nashville who happened to stumble into our sweaty little corner for the night. that’s the best thing about the stumble … it’s unexpected. bergson calls it an example of [...]
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rainy day, dream away … some good gigging recently. lady of the barge had our virgin gig on thursday at chelsea’s. mellow crowd on a weeknight, but we played pretty well considering we’d only been practicing for a few weeks. eight tunes. felt good. onward and upward. the flatbed honeymoon set went well after, although [...]
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i woke up twice today. the second time came around 1:30. or was it 2? i still haven’t changed my alarm clock from daylight savings time (and have even set the alarm factoring that fact in, god help me), so i really don’t know when i got up. is it thursday? whenever it was (or [...]
Tags: chelsea's · flatbed honeymoon · polly pry
rock and roll lives and it loves you. you, too. but not you. sorry. you it loves, and you as well. not so much that guy over there. no, not not the guy with the eye patch, it loves the shit out of him, the other guy it doesn’t love, the guy in the dockers. [...]
hi all. back in black from a fortnight traveling through the barren wasteland known as illinois. actually, it was a lovely trip and even mother nature kept her big yap shut for a change. cold, oh yes, but sunny and still and pleasant enough for this thin-skinned southern boy to endure without too much complaining. [...]
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