tour date #3

Dateline: Lewiston, ME. The town looks at bit like Lowell or some other such New England industrial town, with a huge dam and waterfalls that are loud and beautiful at night. We went exploring with our awesome host here and crossed a huge scary railroad trestle bridge right over the dam. We talked a lot about development and historic preservation and taxes and healthcare.

Maine strikes me as being more Canada than USA, which is a-okay by me. The road signs go by miles and kilometers, and there are funny polite signs that say things like “Dim lights when meeting traffic” and “Reduce speed in inclement weather,” and there’s mandatory healthcare.

Oh yeah, and the show tonight was awesome, just like last night. I had some more equipment issues, but we played well, I thought, to those people who stuck around for us. And some people bought things and took lyric booklets, which rocked.

Tomorrow: Boston. We might chill and check out the falls here again then head toward Massachussetts. Seeya.

tour date #2

Dateline: New Haven, Connecticut.

We’re actually in the woods somewhere in Ansonia right now, with our only copy of the van key locked in the van. We’ll get that taken care of soon. Last night’s show ruled in that we played much better than we did in Bethlehem, and we apparently angered the owner of the bar a great deal. Hopefully the fellow who booked the show didn’t get in a lot of trouble over that. I’m still sick and don’t really have a voice.

Lewiston, Maine, next. Vegan potluck! Good times!

tour date #1

I dispatch to you from Allentown(?) (somewhere in the Lehigh Valley) where we’re staying in a nice house with a dog named for a serial killer. We were offered the room of an absentee 13 year old girl, and are glad we chose to sleep in the computer room instead, as said girl arrived at the house prior to our waking this morning. Also, cat hair is forcing me to take allergy meds that may make me very sleepy very shortly.

Last night’s show was fun, if a bit sloppy on our part. Belegost was inspiring. I’ll have to do some equipment tune-ups prior to tonight’s show in New Haven.

seeya!

Today is the day we leave to go to other places and play the rock music. I am in no way put together right this morning, but it’ll all work out, and I have lots of good feelings to bring with me. I’ll try to update y’all when the world allows my laptop to make love to the internet via its wireless hole. A quick update on that tour schedule: May 8 will indeed be in Boston, at Great Scott (in Allston), 18+, 9:00pm, $7.

dream lover

The dreams of late have been stressful, sometimes terrifying. They’ve ranged from mundane but anxious — we’re in DC on tour and all the gas stations are closing because there’s no more gasoline and we pay $150 for a tank of gas to get back to Pennsylvania and $50 for a Sunday paper, just because — to jarringly frigtening: an elevator dream, which I think I’ve had for years but never really committed to memory, in which we’re going up, somewhere, a few of us people, and all of a sudden we begin to plummet, and we fall and fall and then somehow there’s a cushioned landing but now we’re trapped in an elevator. And the most disturbing? I’m holding my baby nephew and I up and drop him down the steps on his head, and he ends up being okay but it’s too much for me and I run to the corner and start bawling and I’m embarrassed because my family is all around but life’s become much too much for me and I can’t pretend anymore.

Do you think they mean anything?

here’s something to keep you busy

Dusted came out with a new crossword that’s actually pretty good. (I’m always suspicious of people trying to write crosswords. This one is impressive, if computer-aided.) I got pretty far, then was having a helluva time with the bottom left corner, then accidentally clicked on a bookmark in my browser and cleared the whole thing and don’t feel like retrying right now. But you should.