the road

much like cormac mccarthy's post
apocalyptic novel, our spring tour
has been caustic. my throat, coarse and
dry has lost all of its vibrancy...

i had just come to certain conclusions
about my voice. a new vocabulary of
sounds had opened the other night and
now i am shut out... access denied.

jerk.

i am on the mend but must say that
i really value my ability to speak
freely... since i had lost it. I was getting
nervous... tomorrow night's show is

important since we're moving up to a
larger club... playing with other bands.
last night in columbus i had to do a
low down storytellers version of our set.

mostly spoken word with weary scratchy vocals...
think kris kristofferson and barry white...
in fact, at the beginning of the set i did
a barry white impersonation... quite sexy.

dave has done most of the driving. he is
a peach. for certain. i found a new throat spray
called vocal eze... it's an organic compound of
licorice root and marshmallow root... sweet!

so far seems to be working... i also got the
chance to start editing some of the video from the
microshow... very cool indeed. thanks to everyone
who came out for the experience...

okay... i promise to keep up with the blog from here
on out! okay?

okay.

Grimm