Greetings from Chicago ( Read more... )

I've just woken up like a half hour out of Chicago. We didn't have a show booked anymore yesterday so I did some serious phone/myspace work and got us in on this girl's party. We played to a fun crowd with a bunch of really cool people. Christian's throat was fucked up and we missed some harmonies, which kinda sucked, but I had a really good time ( Read more... )

So I'm the only one awake in our hotel room. We're in Michigan, it's 5:24 in the morning. Directly to my right is my bedmate for the evening, a half naked Mr. Jon Oyer. He snores, but I wouldn't call it snoring so much as kinda growling. It may even help me sleep ( Read more... )

Hey, I'm in Kent, Ohio. On a computer ( Read more... )

Okay, Oyer's almost here and we're shipping off for a month long tour ( Read more... )

y'know, I'm mowing my lawn, and I'm really not the unstoppable lawn mowing ace I was two years ago anymore.

Things are going well with my band, but part of touring is this weird anxiety for me to spend as much time with everyone I care about before I go away for a month ( Read more... )

Yesterday I ate a lot of cheese filled bratwursts and swam. A fantastic fucking day. Then I ended up in a New Jersey Dunkin' Donuts until the sun came up with Reynolds, Mouse and Rebecca. A foolish move, perhaps. Two hours of sleep made today borderline torture ( Read more... )

I'm tired. I don't sleep enough I don't think. Well I actually sleep a lot. I don't know.

hmm. Fingers still crossed. If shit goes down like I've got my hopes way too high it will (way too high) I may be in for one of the happiest periods of time in my entire life ( Read more... )

Mike Natoli's passed out behind me on his basement floor, with his bass in his hand and his head up on a futon. I wish I could share the image with all of you ( Read more... )