[I am not Neko Case. This is a game.]

Okay, so, she's insane. Fair enough.

Ok, fine, I give up. I know you were all hoping the ellipsy slutty version of me would come back, but no luck there. I'm warning you right now, I'm doing this against my better judgment. Don't expect substantial updates, appearances on AIM will be infrequent at best, and I'll probably let this thing go to shit in six weeks anyway. So, on that note ( Read more... )

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Oh, well. Honestly, there's been nothing to talk about. Work has slowed to a trickle; I finished up my mini-tour last month, and for July there's been butt-all to do until we left yesterday for tonight's gig in Merced. And I hate to say it, but I don't think it's going to be one of our best. We slacked off rehearsing for a few weeks, and then the ( Read more... )

Maybe it's just me, but I swear I'm seeing way more squirrels around the city than I used to. Before, you'd occasionally catch one darting up a tree or scrambling out of the way of a checker cab, but now suddenly the little buggers are everywhere. On the sidewalk, rustling in the bushes, darting through the chain-link fences. Some of them don't ( Read more... )

I've been trying to write this update for three days, and each time I've been interrupted before I could finish. This time it was the phone; I got a call from a cousin of mine. Tracy Harari. When I was younger, she was Tracy Durrant and she was five years ahead of me in school. On the weekends we used to go over her parents' house. My mom and my ( Read more... )

Soundcheck is always the worst. My nerves start building a head of steam the minute I hear that first feedback squeal. If I get through it without once yelling "FUCK!" at the top of my lungs, we're probably either in Toronto or San Francisco. Either that or I'm stoned, but that just makes me want to add Journey covers to the set, and the boys have ( Read more... )