Friday April 1 2011

4:30 p.m. getting out of bed.

Breakfast: Orange Juice. Banana.

Loading up the music gear—meeting James, Kal, and Chris outside of Becca’s place to carpool.

Driving to Williamsburg in the super packed station wagon.

Kal gives us the whole shebang on how he’s engaged now. Congratulations, Kal!

Arriving at the quaint white house that is The Meridian Coffeehouse.

Eating a Tuna Salad Sandwich with Salt n Vinegar Chips and Honey Green Tea.

The boys are hungry—we find a Chinese place around the corner.

Back at the venue. The Late Virginia Summers are mashing out explosive instrumental jewels. I plop down on the porch swing out front—it’s cold enough to be shivering. Irene asks to join me on the swing. Nora and a guy named John sit nearby. John mentions a new nickname somebody gave him earlier today, “JK-47”. Nora tells me she’s been playing one of our songs on a school radio station. “Really? We don’t even have recordings yet.” Apparently she snagged the live track I posted a while ago from a Winston’s show. “Oh okay. I guess that’s cool.”

Before we start our set I decide to not wear any earplugs. Good and bad idea. Chris’s cymbals at one point create sound caves around my ears. Like last night though, I’m uber excited to be playing—feeling loose. Even before we play I received a few comments about how they couldn’t wait for us to play. Our performance felt seamless too—one of our better shows for sure. The kids here in W-burg have a genuine enthusiasm for music. It shows in their dance.

Afterwards, we get invited to a party at a little green house over on Lafayette.

Having a drink of something green in black buckets. I think it’s a vodka punch.

Some people are playing Kings in the kitchen. I observe James have at it.

I recall being at this house a few years ago after a Mae/Tokyo show. Margot was there but we didn’t know each other that well. I remember her wearing something really blue. She cornered me and kissed me on the cheek. Wow. Such a long time ago.

Trekking back home in the super packed station wagon. We’re all on a roll telling stories and talking about our first experiences with masturbation (boy talk).

Dropping the dudes off.

On the phone with the queen—she’s got strep throat unfortunately—unloading the music gear at the storage unit.

As soon as I pull up into the driveway of my house my window is tapped on by Erin Gilroy, “I want to be the first to give you a hug.” I signal that I’m on the phone. Immediately after, Kevin is trying to get my attention. Welcome home, Robert.

Dinner: Pizza Al Pollo Asado with a Carrot.

As I’m leaving for work, Erin and Josh are perched on a boat out in the front yard.

“I’m just trying to figure out why this boat is here!” Kenneth.

Newspaper route.

Eating a Blueberry Donut and Milk from 7-11.

Coast to Coast AM—open lines.

Back home. This place is a pigsty. Cleaning up—washing dishes. Erin is trying to sleep on the couch. She’ rustling around, “I tried to listen to classical music while I fell asleep but it’s not working.” I offer her the extra bed in my room because Kenneth and I will be trafficking through the house.

Google work.

Popcorn and Chocolate.

Watching Red Road [2006].

More Google work.

Sleep 8:30 a.m.

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