Archive for November, 2003
Chris Steeves
I was already knee deep into hardocre and punk the day i met Chris Steeves, a tiny mouselike girl with a tongue sharper than razors. I had been talking to Vadim Tchertishny, the Estonian parking lot attendant (motto: “I am tired of being a cog. I want to be a lever.”) when she walked [...]
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Ray and i went back to Newport 2 summers ago and ended up wandering around the remains of the Starlite Twin Drive In, which was already out of business when we moved from Rhode Island in 1999, but had been completely abandoned and reclaimed by the land when we made our 2002 visit. It [...]
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Oooh, I hate this new blogger template. I wrote a paragraph or two then went to the ‘manage posts” tab and it erased everything I wrote. Blame blogger if you don’t get to read about James Musty’s quote of the day, because I’m not writing it down again.
It’s been quite some time since I [...]
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Howdy friends,
I’m not sure what the date is (I think it’s Wednesday the 12 or something), but I know where I am: somewhere in the town of Mt. Shasta in Northern California. I’ve never been here before, but goodness gracious, it’s beautiful. The air is crisp and cold, and Mt Shasta (I presume) [...]
Dear Jesus
Finally, I have a chance to do some blogging. I will dispense with tour stories today because I also finally got a chance to read my common cause update, my moveon update, my news from Howard Dean, and wonde rof wonders, I got to read talkingpointsmemo.
A prayer:
Oh God, Dear Jesus, Dear Jehova, whoever the [...]
uncle Fucker 10/29-10/31
10/29-10/31
We stayed at Connie’s house just outside of tampa a few days ago. it was in the high 80s, and Connie and her wonderful boyfriend Chris live right across the street from the ocean. jamie and i swilled coffee, and ran right across the street to dive in. The water was heavenly, the [...]
Uncle Fucker Tour Diary 2
So it’s been a week or so since I had any real access to speak of; I can check my email from my cell phone for free nights and weekends, but for news, i am sunk. It’s either convince my bandmates to give me NPR (when we can tune it in) or the local [...]
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