Archive for November 2001

More work on the country stuff

Note: This is a journal entry — it was written on paper or on my computer, then transferred to my website, maybe years later.


The anthrax count has remained stable for the past week or so, thank god.  Right now there are 17 known infections: 10 cases of inhalation anthrax (4 dead) and 7 cutaneous.

It was cool recording with Jim yesterday.  He came over while John was home, but then John left to go rehearse so we had a quiet house to do the tracking.  We didn’t have much time so we only worked on 2 songs, "(I Get The) Craziest Feeling" (dobro added) and "Ben Dewberry’s Final Run" (lap steel).  He’s coming over again on Thursday.

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Better now

Note: This is a journal entry — it was written on paper or on my computer, then transferred to my website, maybe years later.


Well, everything’s much better today.  Jim did indeed go to the passport office today and got that dealt with.  Now he says he does want to do the show.  Said he had a mental block about travelling so far away, but he thought about it and got over the urge to stay home.  Now he’s excited about it, so I’m excited too!

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Everybody sucks

Note: This is a journal entry — it was written on paper or on my computer, then transferred to my website, maybe years later.


Talked to Jim finally, he called this afternoon from the Hideout, I guess he’s doing sound there tonight.  He got his pictures taken and says he’s going to the passport office tomorrow morning.  But he’s really dragging his feet over this trip to Norway… says he’s not sure whether he wants to go or not.  What the fuck?!?  I must have sounded kinda pissed on the phone with him, but I don’t know whether he picked up on that.  I pretty much quoted the journal entry from yesterday, saying "what the hell man?  free trip to Norway, hello?" and "dude, if you don’t want to go I’ll find somebody else who will!" I practically hung up on him, saying I’d talk to him tomorrow.  He asked me if we were still on for recording and I said yeah sure.  So we’ll see what he says tomorrow.  The fucker!!

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Waiting and waiting

Note: This is a journal entry — it was written on paper or on my computer, then transferred to my website, maybe years later.


Sigh… still haven’t heard from Becker.  I’m kinda pissed… dude, I’m offering him a free trip to fucking Norway!!  He’ll probably call tomorrow, in between classes he teaches at the Old Town School.  He did that last week.  If he’s still dragging his feet, I won’t be able to hold off the planning any longer… I’ll have to call Ryan Hembrey and ask him to go with me.  But I suppose it’s for the best.  Ryan really deserves the trip a hell of a lot more than Jim does, if you think about it in the sense of payback for time spent.  He’s given me so much of his time and energy over the past four or five years, I can’t ever repay him even if I took him to the fucking moon.  Whereas Jim is the newcomer, the Johnny-come-lately of the two.

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Whiney and jonesin’

Note: This is a journal entry — it was written on paper or on my computer, then transferred to my website, maybe years later.


I’m feeling kinda sad and depressed, mostly about this Norway thing.  Jim never did call to let me know if he took care of his passport — I talked to Rian Murphy today and he bugged me HARD to get that taken care of.  To just find somebody who can go with me… but I already asked Jim and I need to find out before I take away the offer!  Of course I could ask Ryan Hembrey, or just about anybody else, but I want to do the right thing.  I feel pretty despondent about this.  I even left yet another message for him today, asking him to call and let me know if he’d gotten that taken care of, but I never heard back.  He’s probably doing a show, or doing sound at the Hideout or something.  I sure wish he were easier to get ahold of!!

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Lyric-bits

Note: This is a journal entry — it was written on paper or on my computer, then transferred to my website, maybe years later.


Waiting for John to get home — we might go hang with Brendan tonight and then go eat at Mexican food at Abril, down at the intersection of Milwaukee/Kedzie/Logan.

I transferred all my word-snippets out of the PalmPilot, and into my secret-stuff file in KeyNote.  I realized that the PP wasn’t a very good place to keep such things, since I never use them.  I’m at my computer a lot more!

Anthrax and info-managers

Note: This is a journal entry — it was written on paper or on my computer, then transferred to my website, maybe years later.


Four people have died, and twelve others are infected with either inhaled or cutaneous anthrax.  They discovered anthrax spores at a postal-equipment repair facility in Indianapolis, and now they’ve also found spores at a post office in Kansas City, MO.  They’ve also found some letters that seem to match the ones sent to Senator Daschle, Tom Brokaw etc… they were postmarked from Indianapolis, before the Sept. 11th attacks.  Don’t know what all this means, but the general consensus seems to be that the anthrax is coming from somewhere in the U.S.  I hope they figure this shit out before it gets to fucking Chicago!!!  If it hasn’t already.

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