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Left South Hill, Virginia, around 9:30 this morning. Drove, drove, drove (listening to The Vines “Get Free” roughly every hour). Finally rolled through the Lincoln Tunnel at 6:30, and was forced towards 34th Street where, before turning west, I looked up to see the Empire State and New Yorker Buildings. I still love you New…

Econo Lodge, South Hill, Virginia. 3:05 a.m. Pointed the Rent-an-Escape north on I-85 about a 30 minutes after the show. With some 500 miles to cover before Tuesday night, I was anxious to make progress. I made it about 75 miles shy of Richmond before the adrenaline wore off. So after a few hours of…

Exhale… it’s Sunday. Today, I rest. I’m still in Charlottesville, back in the UVA computer cluster with my cousin. I’m much, much worse for the wear. Same clothes as Friday. Dehydrated (sympathetic dehydration — there’s a draught in the region despite Isadore’s recent rainfall). Head ache. You get the picture. It’s the basic residual affects…

It’s 70 degrees, sunny and beautiful, but my cousin and I are bathed in weak AC, bad floursecent light and the hum of hundreds PCs here in the outside the UVA computer cluster getting our marketing plan together for tonight’s Charlottesville show. Of course, it was supposed to be last night’s Charlottesville show. It was…

Breakfast at the La Quinta Inn: Raisin Bran and Mello Yello. I looked down at USA Today just now and thought, “What day is it? Where am I?” Ooooh, right. Raleigh/Durham. North Carolina. Friday morning. Ok, allgood. Everything in it’s right place. This time yesterday morning, everything looked pretty bleak. I was exhausted. My brother…

I’m sitting in my mother’s kitchen eating a bowl of tuna fish and a fistful of tortilla chips. So rocknroll. Jut in from The Point show afterparty, which was at the Wayne Pub (where half the patrons were alumni of my high school). Weird. Anyway, tonight’s show was, as Bono would say, some sort of…