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November 30, 2001
Robert: 32 I Know It's Over - The Smiths I'm downstairs at Bogart's in Cincinnati. Everyone here is amazing... November 29, 2001
Robert: 34 Blackbird - The Beatles 33 Peg - Steely Dan Hey. Make sure and watch MTV2 tomorrow! They'll be showing the "At Your Funeral" video every hour on the hour. It's great (even if they had to edit out "getting high." Boo. It's OK for Oasis, though!). November 27, 2001
November 26, 2001
dan: I've heard some snoring in my lifetime but i haven't heard it like this before..MY GOD..roll over! what can you do..? heading off to philly today, gonna pick up some insense and chill, last night i kinda had off cause the house sold merch, so that was nice..back to the grindstone today though..cowboy.. xxoo
Robert: 36 Brass in Pocket - The Pretenders 37 I Want Someone Badly - Jeff Buckley with Shudder to Think 4:48 PM - Chesapeake Service Area Is it a parking lot or is it 95 South? I just can't tell from this vantage point. It's pouring rain and we're averaging about 30 feet per minute. At this rate, we'll get to the Baltimore show just in time for Christmas. I'm having these interesting upper chest pains lately. I'm not sure whether it's from carrying equipment or from the way I'm singing or from not stretching properly, but usually these things are all in my head, so I'm not sweating it. For all I know, it was something that I ate. It's just another sore muscle. For all I know, it's my lungs getting used to singing the end part of "Frowning of a Lifetime" every night. Nothing to worry about. As usual, it only hurts when I think about it. Ouch. In other news, my thorn injuries are clearing up nicely. Now they just look like wounds from a hasty shave job. That was almost the name of our album. Hasty Shave Job. Har har. We are being drenched. Hopefully this lets up before we get to the club. I don't want to load in this mess. Mubla If ir you esimorp encode wen no eht one ekil will yllaer catch i on. |