Saturday June 25 2016

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With Ana in the car. I'm driving. We follow my great-uncle Gary in his car along with other family members and friends related to his side of the family (in waking life Gary is dead). It doesn't feel right that we're following them though. They're all headed to an old place where they used to hang out back in the day. There's a special white gate that stays locked and leads out onto a pier. Ana and I manage to make it through after some trouble. We walk out to the edge of the pier where everybody is. The waters are unstable – waves billow up causing the end of the pier to rise up and down. Ana and I are concerned. I guess the idea is to get in these tiny boats and ride over to the house. It seems like we're waiting forever to get situated. Now we're all wading in the water waist deep. You can kind of see underwater – the sand, rocks, and wood pallets buried at the bottom. A 16-year old girl that I've never met, probably a second or third cousin of mine, is standing near the shoreline – everyone still waist deep. I'm crammed up next to her because we're trying to stay close so we don't drown. Ana starts acting insecure about it.

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Later on, we make it to the house. It's nighttime and this resembles 1435 except the people here treat it like a southern dive bar. On the walls are different pictures and paintings – a collection of kid's drawings of pyramids – Egyptian hieroglyphics spray painted in gold metallic over top of the drawings. Talking with the owner of the house and admiring the design. He's close to my age.

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In this dream I revisit the environment of my last dream. Sitting inside the nighttime party house. Across the room are my uncle Gary and his crew. I stay focused on my phone taking notes of all the things I want to remember. Meanwhile, a dude is drunk and past out next to me. I'm not even sure what I'm doing here.

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Waking up officially at 12:07 p.m. The strangest thing about it is if I didn't take notes in my second dream I wouldn't have remembered all the details of the first dream. Even in dreamland I'm documenting.


Irish Oatmeal with Cinnamon, Maple Syrup, Blueberries, and Kefir. Yerba Mate Tea.


Household chores. Organizing. Business.


Papaya.




Chic Pea Salad Sandwich with Tomato. Potato Chips with Avocado. Angelcots. Honey Green Tea.

Finishing Eye In The Sky (2016).


Errands. Groceries.


Practicing stuff at the music space.


Back home.

Cod Filet with Beans, Broccoli, Carrots, Cabbage, and Brown Rice.


Music studio business.


Back at the music space with Ana practicing songs and drum technique.


Watermelon.


Ana has been especially joyful and frisky lately. It's a delight to be around.


Sleep 3:30 a.m.


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Friday June 24 2016

Waking up at 10:14 a.m.


Teaching an in-home lesson to Mrs. Mary Ann O'Prandy, a sweet old lady who wants to refresh everything she learned when she was younger.


At the Rec for adult basketball.


Grilled PB&J. Potato Lentil Curls. Honey Green Tea.


Angelcots.


Teaching more in-home lessons.


Back home.


Power napping.


Brown Rice Quinoa Spaghetti Noodles with Tomato Sauce, Onions, Mushrooms, and a Salad.

Watching Eye In The Sky (2016).


Milk Chocolate.


Organizing the student information into the new studio system.


At the music space with Ana working an arrangement of songs where she's playing the two-piece drum set (tom and snare).


Sleep 3 a.m.

Thursday June 23 2016

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Heavy dramatic dreams involving a successful mission of preventing a terrorist's bomb from going off.

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Waking up at 11 a.m.


Irish Oatmeal with Cinnamon, Maple Syrup, Blueberries, and Kefir. Yerba Mate Tea.


Coming across this video again from a year ago...




It still gets me teary eyed.


Helping Ana pump air into her tires.


General chores.


Scrambled Eggs. Toast with Non-Dairy Cream Cheese. Corn Tortilla Chips with Avocado and Tomato. Honey Green Tea.

Watching Lolita (1997).


Teaching lessons at Music Makers.


Meeting up with a few dudes at the music space who are interested in renting Elliott's side of the room when he moves out.


Teaching some late in-home lessons out in Croatan.


Back home.

Beans, Broccoli, Carrots, Cabbage, and Quinoa.

Milk Chocolate.


At the music space working on fresh melodies using a loop pedal.


Back home. I confess to Ana how the past few days of blog entries lacked photos.

"My days just haven't been that interesting. I need to take more photos."





Sleep 3 a.m.


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Wednesday June 22 2016

Waking up at 11 a.m.


Oatmeal with Cinnamon, Maple Syrup, Raisins, and Kefir. Coffee.


Taking care of business. Shopping for a computer online to use at Music Makers.


Early in the morning Ana dropped Elvis off at the vet for vaccinations. I go with her to pick him up.


Chic Pea Salad Sandwich with Tomato. Potato Chips with Avocado. Honey Green Tea. Angelcots.


Teaching lessons at Music Makers.


Back home. Mom and Ana fix up a dinner for us: Tempeh with Quinoa, Kale, and Spring Rolls (made from scratch earlier by Aj and Ana).


With DEJA doing our last Wall rehearsal at the music space.


Pineapple Juice. Mini Cinnamon Rolls. Chamomile Tea.


Research.


Sleep 3:15 a.m.

Tuesday June 21 2016

Waking up at 11:30 a.m.


Irish Oatmeal with Cinnamon, Maple Syrup, Blueberries, and Kefir. Yerba Mate Tea.


Errands.


Playing pick-up basketball at the Rec.


Grilled PB&J. Fuji Apple. Honey Green Tea.

Watching 10 Cloverfield Lane (2016).


At Music Makers. It being summertime it's common for students to not show up for lessons. I got two no-shows.


Filling up the water jugs at Whole Foods.


Vegetarian Chili Soup with Chicken, Brown Rice, and Bok Choy.


Taking care of my list of things to do before the ownership changeover at Music Makers – all these little things, these little details that have to be taken care of. It's amazing how swamped one can get.


Milk Chocolate.


At the music space working on a few melodies.


Sleep 3 a.m.

Monday June 20 2016

Waking up at 10 a.m.


Cinnamon Raisin Bagel with Butter. Orange Juice. Oolong Tea.


Talking with my dad for a bit out on the porch about his troubles and concerns with his wife's daughters being here. He's just ready to retire and focus on taking care of himself. It's hard for him to have to look after teenagers and be financially responsible for them. But his wife, Patty, is a good mother and hard-working.


Back on the road in route to Virginia Beach. Gotta make it back in time for lessons.


Snacking on Fruit and listening to a Duncan Trussell podcast. Even as a comedian he finds a way to inspire ideas in me – mostly about getting up and just doing things – when you have an idea, don't try to make it perfect first, just get out there and do it.


Back home after a nice 3-hour trip.


Scrambled Eggs. Toast with Non-Dairy Cream Cheese. Potato Chips. Honey Green Tea.


Teaching lessons at Music Makers.


Back home.

Taking care of business.


Vegan Pizza from Ynot and a Salad.

Watching 10 Cloverfield Lane (2016).


Researching. I've got a list of things to do before I take over the Music Makers business. Going through the list one by one.


Pineapple Juice.


Sleep 3 a.m.

Sunday June 19 2016

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Waking up at 9:30 a.m.


Irish Oatmeal with Cinnamon, Maple Syrup, Raisins, and Kefir. Oolong Tea.


Driving to Goldsboro last minute to see my dad for Father's Day. I don't own an iPod currently so I grab a few CD's. Been a while since I've listened to CD's. It's a nice quick 3-hour trip.





There, at my dad's house. His wife, Patty, has her other two daughters living here, Alexandra and Allison, my new step-sisters. They just moved here from Honduras a few months ago. It's a beautiful day in North Carolina. My dad cleared the woods area in the backyard – set up a hammock – dug a garden with blueberries, tomatoes, cucumbers, basil, etc.







Getting sweaty under the sun with the basketball – shooting around with Alexa and Allison – then kicking the soccer ball around. Meanwhile, my dad is grilling steaks, salmon, and veggie burgers on the back patio.




Quick phone conversation with my great-uncle JW on the phone.

When he asks me how I'm doing I explain that, "Life is going and going and it ain't stopping."

He tells me, "Well don't go so fast that life passes you by. You gotta enjoy it. I'm sure you understand that."


Sipping on Lime Corona's.


Rex and his wife, neighbors of my dad's, join us for a Father's Day meal. We all sit down on the patio and enjoy the food: Salmon, Steak, Corn on the Cob, Garlic Bread, and a Salad.


After a few obligatory songs on the guitar I corral everyone into the living room to watch the NBA Finals. With Alexa and Allison on the couch. My dad joins in on the excitement during the 4th quarter.




It was the perfect final game of the series – not a blowout but a close match. The determination of LeBron James and Kyrie Irving was unstoppable.


Later on, getting to know Alexa. She's very smart – loves books (especially Stephen King), wants to get a degree in psychology, and has a very healthy perspective on the world. We get deep into conversation about her life story, her ambitions, and the future of our generation.


Sleeping early at 2 a.m. in the guest room that I usually sleep in.


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Saturday June 18 2016

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Waking up bright and early at 9:20 a.m.


We have a big fun-filled schedule of music planned all day.


Irish Oatmeal with Cinnamon, Maple Syrup, Raisins, and Kefir. Green Tea.


First up is the 31st Street stage, the big stage right in front of King Neptune. Zachary Jones and Jessica perform first at 10 a.m. Then, Ana and I get up to do our acoustic set. She performs a few of her own. Naturally, the majority of the songs are sea-themed. It's a good time. Despite my nose clogging up my throat opens up while singing out. Meanwhile, my mom and Myra are nearby. There's a beautiful wind whooshing around while we play. Little kids running around near the front with toy balls and dancing. The art show on the boardwalk is alive and thriving.







After our set we all hop in the wagon and head to The Alley on 19th Street where Three Ships is located. Logstradamus got moved from the beach to here. Ladada is supposed to perform but You're Jovian and Old Baby are up first. The bike cops show up and give us some trouble about the noise. Apparently, this secondary location wasn't approved in the permit so we're forced to move the fest to Back Bay. While here, Ana and I enjoy eats at Three Ships – a Grilled Cheese for me and an Iced Coffee.










Back at the house resetting. Taking a shower and getting a few things done.


At Back Bay we get everything in order upstairs in The Blind. We do our LADADA set first for Part 2 of Logstradamus.





Unfortunately, I have to dip out as soon as we're finished to drive over for another gig with DEJA. My mom and Ana follow me around on this all-day music adventure. We just step into one world after the other. First, it's the oceanfront scene, then the local arts and music scene with mostly 20 and 30-somethings, then the old head music scene (60's 70's generation). Here with DEJA at the RV Park off Birdneck. We got a 35-minute set to cover with the best of the best songs on our set list. Plowing through all the epic tribute songs like, "Bohemian Rhapsody", "Sail Away", "Tom Sawyer", and "Hocus Pocus".




Back home...finally. I performed in all three of the musical projects I'm involved with: solo, LADADA, and DEJA. I'm amazed at how much of a chameleon I can be transforming my musical talents to match my surroundings.

I joke around with Ana that I have to prove this day actually happened, "I've gotta have proof a year from now so I need all the pictures and videos."


Sharing Chic Pea Salad Bowls with Ana and mom.


Settling my mind down.


Cherries. Chamomile Tea.


Sleep 2 a.m.


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Friday June 17 2016

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Out on the sidewalk in Chanticleer (my neighborhood) I discover Britney Spears hanging out – she's dressed like an average business woman with light brown baggy slacks.

"What're you doing here?" I ask.

"I'm just trying to live my life," she replies.

I guess she decided to move here to Virginia Beach and be a normal person and not a celebrity. There's a little kid hanging around with us. She seems to take a liking to him. They jump around and dance – doing somersaults and all kinds of flips. I snap a few photos with my phone.

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Later, back in the house in my bedroom. There's less stuff in here and I've got three or four desks. I sit down at my computer to type out my experiences. Britney walks in and sits on the other side of the bed. She's got a fat cat running around chasing random creatures flying in the room. It's understood that her and I are friends now. I guess she trusts me.  

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Waking up at noon. I've been sleeping in much later lately. Trying to recover from a sickness so it's necessary.


Steel Cut Oatmeal with Cinnamon, Maple Syrup, Blueberries, and Kefir. Yerba Mate Tea.


Practicing on guitar. My voice is still not 100%. I hate it. But Ana helps me with her voice. Meanwhile, Elvis is running around like cats do swatting and pouncing at our legs.


Grilled PB&J. Plantain Chips. Honey Green Tea.


Errands. Talking with an associate at Chartway about upping my credit limit and about a business loan.


At Grumpy's for the DEJA gig.


Vegetable Chili with Chicken and Naan Bread.


My nose is out of control – I've got to keep a wad of tissues near my keyboards while I play. My head hurts from all the loud songs. I get through it as best I can.


Back home.

Cherries. Pineapple.

Tea.


Sleep 3 a.m.


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Thursday June 16 2016

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Waking up at noon.


Irish Oatmeal with Cinnamon, Maple Syrup, Blueberries, and Kefir. Yerba Mate Tea.


There's an endless supply of phlegm in my throat.


Errands.


Grouper Filets. Toast with Non-Dairy Cream Cheese. Corn Tortilla Chips with Avocado and Tomato. Honey Green Tea.

Watching The Stepfather (2009).


Teaching lessons at Music Makers.


Minestrone Soup with Chic Peas and Rice.


At the WODU studios at ODU for a live Ladada performance. Shannon hosts the show with Ron, the producer. Tyler brought Pizza. Even though I already ate dinner I nibble on a few slices. My nose is like a geyser – I'm constantly sneezing and having to blow out the gunk. The show turns out real swell – a decent raw mix as if we were just practicing in the storage unit.






Back home.

Pineapple Juice and Tea,


I think I've sneezed at least 20 times in the past five minutes.


Sleep 3 a.m.


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Wednesday June 15 2016

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Waking up at 11:09 a.m.


Irish Oatmeal with Cinnamon, Maple Syrup, Raisins, and Kefir. Yerba Mate Tea.


Teaching a lesson at Music Makers.


Rehearsing a few songs with Ana on guitar.


Grilled PB&J. Fuji Apple. Oolong Tea.


Teaching lessons at Music Makers.


Back home. Good times with Ana and Mom.

Making dinner: Tofu with Onions, Broccoli, Carrots, and Rice.


Upstairs in Ana's room we make love.




At Wall rehearsal with DEJA. Ana's on board for the next two rehearsals and to perform with us at the Wall shows we have planned.


Back home.

Enjoying Cookies from My Vegan Sweet Tooth.


Tea.


Sleep 3:30 a.m.


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Tuesday June 14 2016

Waking up at 11:20 a.m.


Steel Cut Oatmeal with Cinnamon, Maple Syrup, Blueberries, and Kefir. Yerba Mate Tea.


At the Rec shooting the basketball around.


Watermelon.


Scrambled Eggs. Toast with Non-Dairy Cream Cheese. Corn Tortilla Chips with Avocado and Tomato. Honey Green Tea.

Watching Gods of Egypt (2016).


Teaching lessons all day at Music Makers.


Meeting with Drew and DeeGee to discuss the logistics of transferring the ownership of Music Makers to me. All of this is happening by July 1st. It's a lot to work out. So much is happening.


Back home.

Eating leftovers: Lentils, Chicken Sausage, Kale, and Quinoa.


Cherries.


Researching.


Ana and I confiding in each other.


Chamomile Tea with ACV and Honey. 


Sleep 3 a.m.

Monday June 13 2016

Waking up at 11:09 a.m.


Irish Oatmeal with Cinnamon, Maple Syrup, Blueberries, and Kefir. Oolong Tea.


Business.


Scheduling.


Grilled PB&J. Potato Chips. Honey Green Tea.


Teaching lessons at Music Makers.


Back home.

Enjoying some leftovers: Haddock Filets with Quinoa, Corn, and Kale.

Watching Standoff (2016).


ELO rehearsal.


Broccoli. Ginger Turmeric Tea with ACV and Honey.


Playing with Ana and Elvis – getting my arms scratched up and bloodied – the perils of owning a cat.


Sleep 3:30 a.m.

Sunday June 12 2016

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Waking up sometime late after noon.


Bianca, Josiah, Bobby, and I pack up and head out to Bedford Ave and walk around in search of some grub. A little café called BeeHive Oven catches our eye.




I choose the Boot Strap Breakfast: Scrambled Eggs, Grits, Bacon, Biscuit and Jam, and Orange Juice.


As we walk back to the van I ponder about my weekend here. Feeling unfulfilled. But not unfulfilled about the music I perform with my boys. I love traveling, touring, playing in bands, and being in new places. I'm just scared about taking over Music Makers back home. I still entertain the idea of just up and moving somewhere else. Not teaching. Just writing music.


We hit the road, starting off on The BQE, I take the wheel and bear the traffic.


Stopping at an exit off the New Jersey Turnpike. I need something cold and fresh, maybe coffee, but not just water. This damn place is crowded with Anybody Americans. Unless I want a sugary drink from the convenience store then Starbucks it is. The wait line is long but I grab my Iced Coffee black and make it back to the van.


Josiah has a vision of eating a hotdog. And thus we find a hole-in-the-wall place called The Doghouse. I snack on Potato Chips with an Avocado and Peanuts instead of hotdogs.




Bobby takes the wheel and leads us home along the Eastern Shore.


Entertaining ourselves with the new release of our friend's project Reptile Tile. It has a whopping total of 134 tracks, which is a ridiculous amount of songs for one album.


Finally arriving home some time after midnight. Settling into my hot and steamy home (A/C never works).


Chamomile Tea. Ana slips into my bed just before 3 a.m. When I join our embrace is warm and sexual feelings are unavoidable.


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Saturday June 11 2016

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Waking up around noon on a futon in a brightly lit bedroom in New York.


Green Tea.


Across the street from the apartment I grab an Everything Bagel with Cream Cheese and fresh squeezed Orange Juice.


Ladada has a rooftop show at Our Wicked Lady, a venue off Morgan Ave – a part of the Northside Festival happening in Brooklyn, which is supposed to be like a mini version of SXSW.






Before the show starts we meet up with Caitlin Pasko, Emily Hill, and two of Caitlin's friends at Esme, a café in Greenpoint. It's been years since I've seen Caitlin and Emily. Sipping on an Iced Coffee.




Kofi makes it out too. He accompanies me to a bodega around the corner for a Tuna Salad Wrap.


Back on the rooftop everything's hitting off. Alex, our old friend from The House Floor, a band Tokyo used to play shows with in Blacksburg is here – another face we haven't see in many years. The first band greets us with an atmospheric pop rock sound. Sipping on iced alcoholic beverages. Then, it's Ladada's turn. I affix the brown longhaired wig to my head and start sweating immediately. Despite fumbling through a few bad notes on the bass it turns out to be a good performance with a good response from the crowd.







The rest of the night consists of venue and bar crawling. Muchmore's. Baby's All Right.


At some point we grab Pizza from a place called Best Pizza. In my opinion it is the "best" pizza I've had in New York but others will disagree.




Ending up at a bar called The Grand with everyone minus a few people. Brock's friend is bartending. I have one of those moments whenever I go out of town where I question everything I'm doing in my life. Maybe I should move? Do I really want to teach music the rest of my life? Do I really want to own Music Makers and be a small business owner? Do I really want to settle down in Virginia Beach? Meanwhile, the drinks are slinging around. It's not as dark lit as a bar should be in here. Brock is spitting at us with compliments and his insight into Ladada and our performance. He pays attention to all the details and vibes. That's what I love about him.


We make it back to the apartment. And hilarity ensues. Entertaining ourselves with hat tricks, coin tricks, and acrobatics including a challenge where you have to bend down on one leg and grab a brown paper bag with your mouth, a feat Brock is especially talented at doing. I take up the challenge and successfully grab the bag a few times. Meanwhile, this French Canadian girl is dancing and kicking her legs out in a bicycle motion and saying strange things. She's an artist and good friend of Brock's. I take a few hits of weed but I keep hanging on the fence between high and not high. My body's had an intake of almost everything and I don't think it knows what to feel. High? Drunk? Buzzed? Nothing? Nothing I guess. I'm all socialized out. I want no further stimulation. 





Crashing on the futon in the bedroom late after 5 a.m.


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Friday June 10 2016

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Waking up at 11 a.m. Ana's asleep by my side. She must've just gotten back from tour late last night.


Steel Cut Oatmeal with Cinnamon, Maple Syrup, Raisins, and Kefir. Yerba Mate Tea.


At the Rec playing adult basketball. During the last game my teammates kept encouraging me to shoot instead of passing all the time. So I start shooting and I catch fire – four shots in a row.


Scrambled Eggs. Whole Wheat Bagel with Non-Dairy Cream Cheese. Corn Tortilla Chips with Avocado and Tomato. Honey Green Tea.







Josiah scoops me up from the house. Picking up Bobby and Bianca. Now we're New York bound.


Snacking on Peanuts, a Banana, and Dried Mango.


Stopping at a Wawa somewhere in Delaware surrounded by the bland corporatized sameness of Anywhere, America. I order a Cheese Panini of some kind with an Iced Coffee (with Milk, no sugar).




Reading Adbusters and listening to a Duncan Trussell podcast about false gods and turning your dark thoughts into positive thoughts.


Every now and then I forewarn everyone in the car, "Cheese fart coming your way!"

Bobby pops the side window open to refresh the stinky air.

"Wawa farts!" Josiah blurts out.


Later on, Josiah entertains us with an imaginative idea of having a resort-like waiting place for when your car breaks down anywhere in the country. It's a hilarious idea. We all contribute our own details where there would be a water park, a massage parlor, and so on.

"Auto Rest!" or "Auto Body Rest!"


And then...the BQE – the New York skyline.


We arrive in Bushwick – meeting up with Brock Enright, whom we know through Bobby and who let us stay at his apartment. Across the street at a dim-lit bar called Tradesmen we sip on beers. Between Bianca and I we talk about the fears of owning a small business.


Outside with Josiah and Bianca while Josiah smokes a cigarette. Brock comes out for a minute and comments on my arms being crossed. Protecting myself from myself. I'm intrigued by his observations and insights into all these things. Bobby and all of his friends are a connected bunch.




Back at the apartment. It's approaching 5 a.m. and the sunlight is slowly starting to creep over the tall buildings. Snacking on Milk Chocolate. Josiah and Brock play a few rounds of chess. Brock's roommate shows us some of his amazing music video work.


Somehow the talking ceases and we all get to sleep.


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Thursday June 9 2016

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Waking up at 11 a.m.


Irish Oatmeal with Cinnamon, Maple Syrup, Raisins, and Kefir. Yerba Mate Tea.




Teaching a few lessons at Music Makers.


Mango.




Grilled PB&J. Fuji Apple. Honey Green Tea.

Watching Hail, Caesar! (2016).


Teaching lessons at Music Makers.


Salad with Chicken and a leftover slice of Pizza.


Josiah and Bianca scoop me up from the house. We drive out to Moyock, North Carolina for a Ladada show. We have no idea what's in store. Arriving at 9 – the other pop punk (or post-hardcore) bands already played and we showed up just in time to end the night. It turns out to be the backyard of an abandoned house, or it belonged to a guy named Hunt (hence they call it Hunt's House). It's mostly an adolescent crowd. The kids are moshing and brawlin' throughout our entire set. We're totally out of place but nobody cares, nor do we. We're just doing out thing. An overgrown broke down shack stands just feet away from us giving this place a haunted country vibe.







Back home.

Cantaloupe. Plantain Chips.

Prepping for New York.


Sleep 3 a.m.


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