In case yeh dunno what i look like, now yeh have a warnin.








...from last night at Lumberjack Fest, courtesy Ms Pekot.


i'm gonna go play some tunes. Make some rain. Purge. Yanno.

our CD release is 14 Aug at RGRS.


Plan now.

By Jah what a night. i love this fucking town.
Isaac and Brent are gonna make me a better songwriter, i swears.



oh, and


i saw this, and i moved it over here:

"The probability of separate worlds meeting is very small. The lure of it is immense. We send starships. We fall in love."
-Gut Symmetries, Jeanette Winterson



also, i think 9 mojitos may well be my limit.
whuf.
i think i bit someone tonight. or three people. or one person three times.

crap.

Whoa, Burnt Sienna Trio, and Possessed by Paul James at Dan's tonight.

Some good. and a very much needed distraction. i'm tense this past week, it seems. stupid and nervous.

Moon's almost full, too.

i wrote a letter today, to the future.
to the future cos She'll be here friday, and go back on sunday, but the letter i mailed today will get there while she's here.


threw this out on a bar flyer, jumbled from the words in the air there:

this room is on fire and
we're about to explode
but oh, nobody bring us any water
i'd go, i'd go, i'd go, i'd go
full out into the sky
fireworks don't apologise
and i won't let them take that away from you
won't let them take that away from me

prob be a song by next week, if it's not too theify.

yeah, bourbon & tonic & moonlight & missing
cannae think about it
cannae think about it
cannae think about it


and there's plants on the porch there, all in bigass clay pots and a scraggly mess of diff types
and one had this tiny lil plant tucked in the lemongrass there, standing out all green in the light browns & yellows
bartender saw me lookin
"that's a strawberry plant tryin t'grow there"

melted me.




and tonight i said six(!) words i've not said in recent memory:
" i cannae, i have a girlfriend."

and it felt fucking good.

fuck, i hate waking up sad.
and t'day's a long one at work, too ( and with no interwebs...).

The Lads at Dan's tonight, tho.







Something.

Why am i not more excited about this?

blah. and blah again. please can it be friday yet, and then saturday forever?

Dust Congress tonight at Dan's. That's where i'll be. Listenin, absorbin, writin on the boys for Sepiachord.
eems like a Guinness night, too, even tho i've been on a wine kick ( shhhhh). i dun think i can give my precious Syrah the attention it deserves in a bar, tho...


Right now? i tea.




When i first saw this on the shelf, i rolled my eyes. Here begins teh Chai trendy cluster... but i walked past it again and thought " coconut chai?"
and i tossed it in the basket.

i'm on my 3rd box since October. Too bad it's neutered decaffinated.




i miss snow.

Good show tonight at Dan's. i hadneae been out in a while, and neither had alot of other DRC/SHQ ffolk, so it was a nice lil reunion... ...with music, meat ( from Meat Guns catering!!! ), and booze. Viva Texas, motherfuckers.

i needed this night, and it didnae let me down.

Lesee, it was Draknastula and the Cuddle Puddles doin some gypsy songage, then Isaac Hoskins rocked the fuck out in his best show i've seen yet, and the first i've seen with his still unnamed band.

then these cats: Pinebox Serenade, whom i dearly love.
Here's a song. if yeh cannae twang, then skip it. i'll understand.
"Last Breath" - Pinebox Serenade



Finally fish tacos from our brand-new Fuzzy's. 3 good nights so far in 2k8. Hunh.

Boring post. i blame the Shiner Black. All 5 pints.