The NYC Blackout of 2003 and The Mystery Sax Player |
It was the hottest day of the Summer of 2003. The scene was not unlike the opening sequence to Spike Lee's "Do The Right Thing." The kind of saturated assault of the sun that is intensified by the con...
Posted by on Fri, 30 Mar 2007 13:25:00 GMT |
Fishing In Manhattan |
The strangest part of this dream was the dichotomy between urban and rural values. Yesterday I found myself reminiscing about a camping trip that Ernie and I took a couple of Falls ago. I'm sure ...
Posted by on Sun, 18 Feb 2007 23:36:00 GMT |
UK Tour Overview Part 5 |
In the morning after The Old Duke, we bade a fine farewell to the Boy Scout Camp and headed to South Wales, a country in which they were said to speak Welsh and very little English. I per...
Posted by on Tue, 31 Oct 2006 07:23:00 GMT |
UK Tour Overview Part 4 |
After we left the warm hospitality of the Knights, we were off to set up camp at the location that we would sleep for the next three nights. I am speaking literally when I say "set up camp" beca...
Posted by on Sun, 29 Oct 2006 10:34:00 GMT |
UK Tour Overview Part 3 |
After an all night party at Bens house we had to wake up at 9am to load the van and make a 4 hour drive to make a 3pm start time at a pub called Coopers Arms. Apparently in England,...
Posted by on Sat, 28 Oct 2006 17:17:00 GMT |
UK Tour Overview Part 2 |
After Scotland, we headed back down to England to play at one of my favorite pubs of the tour, The Aspinall Arms. For me, the most terrifying part of the trip was ...
Posted by on Sat, 28 Oct 2006 10:16:00 GMT |
UK Tour Overview |
So as of now, my reflection of the tour feels something like trying to remember a wonderful dream in which the details are a bit blurry, but the predominant mood is abundant. I will try to remember de...
Posted by on Thu, 26 Oct 2006 10:31:00 GMT |
A Strange Dream |
I had a really strange dream last night. My house was on fire. (Actually it was my grandmother's house, but I had the distinct feeling that I owned it, and she wasn't around) I had a young daughter, a...
Posted by on Sat, 23 Sep 2006 16:05:00 GMT |
Playing with words |
Molasses floads my synapses and the thoughts begin to flow, I'll force them in time to learn to rhyme and then the story will grow like the grasses of Ireland. I are Land, You are land, we all are lan...
Posted by on Fri, 03 Feb 2006 01:54:00 GMT |
Ramen and Transit Strikes |
In these days of 18 degree bitter, angry, torturous winds, Oriental style Ramen noodles, and a bothersome head cold that won't seem to go away, I find myself wondering how the MTA workers had big enou...
Posted by on Fri, 30 Dec 2005 01:56:00 GMT |
