If my guitarist can manage to pull himself away from his Sunday "routine" today, I'm going into the studio. Two tunes only. In and out. Don't worry about creativity, folks, let's just show up and play.

I love Nick, my engineer. My longtime buddy Rich ("studio manager", drummer from Rippopotamus), showed up at my gig in Manchester last night, hung ( Read more... )

Last week we played a club in New Hampshire, and some guys showed up near the end of the night in costume, no doubt after getting in some early Halloween celebration. Four of them appeared in Classic Star Trek uniforms, two in blue, and two in red. (Pretty well done, too.) They were all a bit inebriated, but somehow... the guys in blue seemed ( Read more... )

I've obscurely referenced the count before in this journal, but I've never explained it. (If I tell you, then I have to kill you.) Suffice it to say that it has tapered off considerably in recent months, but I got a whole slew of additions in the last week, plus one unusually complimentary comparison:

Woman In Bar: You sound just like that singer ( Read more... )

I'm not sure if I mentioned this in the Other Journal or not, but I'll tell the story here anyway ( Read more... )