Easter...

Next weekend will be busy. I play with Caitlin Cary at 8pm in Raleigh at Marsh Woodwinds, and with The Proclivities at Broad Street in Durham at 10:30pm. Both on Friday night. On Saturday, Caitlin and I are back at the Six String Cafe! If you come, I WILL make you do the moose head with your hands. If you don't know what I'm talking about, even better.

Next weekend will also be the last weekend of my unmarried life. And good riddance to it. As far as music goes, I've been thinking about Sparklehorse a lot these days. We may do a Sparklehorse tune with The Proclivities on Friday. As far as how Jesus plays in to all of this, well...I'm just not quite sure yet. But I do know some pretty sweet Jesus jokes, so you should ask me about them when I see you next weekend. It would be tacky of me to tell them to you now.

I Swear...

I swear...I'm going to write. I can write clever things about what happens to me. Music, puppies, food, naps, etc. You will be able to follow what I say, and it should entertain you. I will do my best. And you will not be intimidated by what I'm saying, or by the frequency in which I'm saying it.

Dream slipper...

We can close our eyes and move around a slippery room and ask slippery questions that might put us back in the closet...

I'll give my thumbs up...with my eyes closed...until you tell me that it's ok to move in closer...

But I can wait.

Perm dream...

You can whisper something secret to me and I'll repeat it with every permutated inaccuracy...

...unless you meant to gently whisper donkey plates make a party...in which case I told everyone.

Dream mistake...

Switching from my right to my left, I plow and I plummet, I research and rescue the mistakes of others...

They laugh a little as I trip.

Post dreaming...

Post dreaming...

In between the spaces and down to the dirt...I test your patience...I can make things more or less confusing...

My Dreaming Post

My dreaming post...

I can wrap my leg around you, and spin around you, and wrap ribbons around you with cheap giggles and expensive glances...