Wednesday December 28 2011


DREAM: In my parent’s old house in Ocean Lakes. Some kind of party going on. Josiah bumbling around looking for something to drink. I can sense he’s had quite a lot already...

Me: “Stop drinking! There is no more alcohol in this house.”

At some point I find him unsatisfied on a chair in the living room. I lean over him and announce, “You don’t trust him do you? That’s been your problem this whole time.”

I suppose I was referring to God.

Waking up around noon.

Cinnamon Oatmeal with Flax Seed, Raisins, Brown Sugar, and Milk.

Mae is notorious for being last minute. Here we are a few days before a European tour and we’re just now rehearsing. But with a touring history such as ours, and the fact that we’ve performed these songs thousands of times before, this is nothing.

In the old tour van with Jacob and Mark carpooling to some place out in near Moyock where Dave’s in-laws have offered us their garage space for practice.

Me: “Man it’s been a while since I’ve been in this thing!” referring to the van.

Jacob: “And I [we] don’t miss it one bit.”


Me: “Actually, I kind of do.”

Eating a bag of Potato Chip Trio with Honey Oolong Tea and a Banana.

45 minutes before practice, Dave is texting us that he doesn’t have an amp. Zach only has about an hour to rehearse. And now Mark just remembered he left his bass in his car.

Me: “We are unprepared as fuck.”

All we can do is laugh it off for the 30-minute trek into the backwoods of Chesapeake.

Everything works out and it’s a fairly productive rehearsal as we brush through select songs...“Dusting off the cobwebs” as Zach would say.

Back home...

Grilled Cheese with Tomato and Hummus. Pear. Strawberry Yogurt.

I grab Elisa and D’Andrea and we drive to a house show in Kings Grant where Elliott’s band, You’re Jovian and a few other punk bands from New Jersey are playing. Socializing—breathing in the brisk smokey air—loud guitars and drums—antique pick-up truck as a backdrop for the stage.

Back home. Making dinner with Elisa. Macaroni and Cheese with Lentils and Mixed Vegetables. D’Andrea joins us at the table. She’s a little sheltered and not used to such a free-form atmosphere but eager to be a part of it.

Poker night happens. It’s been at least 3 or 4 weeks...

The topic of Superman comes up after James Graves claims he can see anyone’s cards by just touching them...

Darren: “Superman can do anything.”

James: “No he’s a fictional character. He can’t do anything!”

Darren and Art are left to split the pot as to avoid a game that would continue on forever.

Popcorn. Prunes.

Watching The Pledge (2001).

Sleep 4 a.m.

[i] All images by me.

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