Rock & Roll Farm

Friday! Feb 21 2003 // 7:29 am //

late night at the fireside bowl

something broke in my throat last night while i was singing with casey. something just kind of snapped open, and while it made it easier for me to make the scream-scream, it made it hard to stay in tune. it was kind of cool, though. i sounded like my voice had character - you know, like thirty years of cigarettes and bourbon, and a little misery on top. it was kind of cool. i’m just wondering if that’s the kind of singing i *want* to be doing. it is eventually going to change my voice in a more permament way, so i need to start thinking about what kind of voice i want to have. like, pronto.

either way, it was a blast. my outfit turned out great, a lot of people i care about where there, and i met some great new people. static film is a great band, if you ever see their name in the paper, go see them.

tonight i leave for detroit, to go to michael kavalhuna’s funeral. i am a little apprehensive about this trip: car is acting funny, i’m a little broke, it’s going to be “whirlwind” and therefore exhausting, i have a funeral to go to, and uh…i’ll be sleeping either on a sofabed or an inflatable mattress. but, my friend jeremy is coming with me so i don’t fall asleep in the car, and for other support-style reasons, and for that i thank him.