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Entry #8: November 23rd 2003
Tour DairyMilk. Yogurt.
Providence: We has a very nice day in bookstores and record stores. We recommend In Your Ear for your listening pleasures and Myopic for reading material. I was offered a place at Brown University, many years ago, to spend a year there while I was at my own university. However, I couldn't afford to take it and, despite a frantic and futile summer spent writing to businesses to see if they might want to fund the endeavour, I couldn't go. So, when I think of Brown University, and when I see it, I always wonder about a parallel life where I am wondering around the streets of Providence in 1986. Could have led to anything.
New York City: we are going to arrive shortly. We'll know we're there when we start paying tolls. I am now passing the exit for Weston, CT, where half of Adam's Apple was made at the Hysteria! Studio of Professor Eric "K-Scope" Kupper, doctor of sound.
Darwin: I played this song last night, and a woman asked: "How did you feel when you heard the news about Seigfrid/Roy (in the light of having written the song)?" As Max Von Sydow says in Hannah And Her Sisters, though he's talking about the holocaust: "The surprise is not that it happened, but that it doesn't happen more often." (That isn't my favourite Woody Allen dialogue, however. That's from Broadway Danny Rose and is something along the lines of:
'They shot him through the eyes'
'So he's blind?'
'No, he's dead!'
'Of course, yes, because the bullets go right through.')
The tour: the penultimate date tonight. That's if you don't count the post-thanksgiving Ringwood, NJ affair on sunday, which I don't because Robert is spending Thanksgiving in Memphis, far far away on his way home to Los Angeles and will not be present on sunday. I am spending Thanksgiving with my girlfriend's family where, legend has it, a round robin squash tournament has been organised in which I am to participate. The last time I played squash I couldn't walk for three days. So it might be a question of 'commanding the centre of the court' for as long as possible, then after a few moments feeling 'a slight twinge' in my right shoulder (probably an old war wound or, even better, a 'little thing I picked up on the tour from carrying that blessed piano'...) and having to, regretfully, retire hurt (to the bar). Anyway, it should be a very merrie Thanksgiving. And I hope you all have one too. My best wishes to your families.
Entry #7: November 21st 2003
Basketballers All Are TallAnother remarkable thing I saw: in Philadelphia, after one of the worst drives anywhere ever, we saw an entire scaffold that had blown from the front of a building and fallen on to the top of cars in a traffic jam. It was extremely bizarre.
Philadelphia: ah, the weather was bad, thus ensuring, after a victoriously sold out show last time, a sparse but enthusiastic audience this time. And we nearly didn't make it either, so I really appreciated everybody who did. Weather 1 JWH 0. However, of the people who were there, almost everyone (I am told) wrote a review for the wes email list. Well done those scribes. I can tell you by the way that the new www.johnwesleyharding.com (ETA: soon) will have a message board, yes, a regular message board, where you type in your message and a thread begins. Though I probably won't attend myself, I'll send my 'people'.
Lowell: I know nothing of Lowell except that it is a very old industrial time and Kerouac lived and was buried there. Now I also know that there is a very nice gig called Capo's which I thoroughly recommend to all you NHers and MAers. And good food too. However I can not recommend the Courtyard by Marriott. The noise on our ceilings was incredible. When I complained about it, the woman said: "Oh, we often have complaint about noise from above the second floor. And there are two basketball teams staying here at the moment." And they did appear to be, actually, playing Basketball.
Boston: A great fun gig at The Middle East and then a minor altercation with a stone-faced policeman as we tried to get our heavy piano out of the club. Blake Hazard, on support for this gig, was excellent. We ate, as we do, at The Green Street Grill: recommended. (The set list may or may not be correct. Normally someone hands me one after the gig, but not last night. So we had to reconstruct it after the event. And if you've ever seen a crime reconstruction on TV, you'll realise that there may be discrepancies.)
The Plough And Stars: as good a place as any, and somewhat better, to watch Arsenal play on a saturday morning. And now we are on our way to Providence, where we don't often play. Will the place be nice? Will there be good food close by? An excellent second hand bookstore? A surprise visit from some forgotten friend? You just never know. Of playing in Providence previously, I recall sitting backstage with Poi Dog and Michelle Shocked. After the show, a very tall girl came to say hi to me. And someone said: "Is the amazon with you?" There's one other thing I remember. Bruce Hughes of Poi Dog stuck a Holiday Inn wooden plaque on my guitar case with superglue: "If you have forgotten or are in need of essential toiletries..." In a tribute to the wonder of superglue, the plaque remains, though the instructions have long gone. It's just a dumb block of wood now.
New York: tomorrow (as I write this.) Unusually I am really looking forward to this New York show. Why? Because I have already handed in the guest list. It's that simple. Guest lists are always a problem in NY. But not tomorrow. It's handed in already. They have it. End of story.
Entry #6: November 18th 2003
The Case Of The Sussex VampireHere are the strangest things we have seen so far on this tour:
1. In a Rest Area off Highway 57, we saw five Muslims, kneeling on their prayer mat, bowing to Mecca at the appropriate time of day. Quite surreal.
2. Last night after the show in Chicago, at about midnight, we saw a rabbit crossing the road downtown. And he was taking his own sweet time too. Looked like he was going to catch a train.
3. In the gas station, they now give you free 'moist towelettes' (presumably because they expect the gas pumps to squirt gas all over you as you pump). The name of these is: "Fingerbowl", which is written in large letters on the sachet. That just makes me laugh a lot. Ce n'est pas un Fingerbowl. You daren't use them. [I had my hands covered in Honey Brie Chicken sandwich at Schuba's last night after we played, and a friend offered me a moist towelette to save me washing my hands. Which I used. However the 'natural lemon smell' was far more disgusting than the honey chicken all over my hands, and I had to go and wash them anyway, or my whiskey tasted of Lemon Pledge.]
Sherlock Holmes: as far as I'm concerned the definitive Holmes is Jeremy Brett. The definitive Holmes and Watson are definitely not John Stanley and Albert Shirley on the ancient radio shows (sponsored by Clippercraft suits), The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes. We are listening to a large CD set of them. Watson lives somewhere in suburban America, and this bloke comes round to him at the beginning of the show and says: "Well, Dr Watson, what Sherlock Homes story do we have tonight?" And Watson welcomes him to his suburban fireplace and says which story, and then compliments the bloke on his suit, which leads the bloke to talk about Clippercraft suits for a good long while, explaining how well made they are, and how top coats and suits are $45, sports jackets just $25 ("At just a fraction of what you'd expect to pay" you get good taste, good styling as worn by the world's best dressed men..... sold in 924 of the nation's leading stores from coast." Then they get back to the story, and a lot of people with bizarre English accents act out unsuspenseful 20 minute versions of famous Sherlock Holmes story (and stories that have been made up especially for the occasion.) All in all, it's a very bizarre show - it is live radio of its time, so contains some good mistakes, and an insane Wurlitzer organ. Not highly recommended, but it fills a hole.
Thanks to Sheila for the fantastic socks, Tilney for the chocolate cookies, Jackie for the large collection of baked goods, and Linda for the DVDs. Twas verily a great night of gifts in Chicago. We shall dig in right now.
Little Musgrave: Musgrave did not die last night. He didn't fight back either, but his death was omitted. for some reason. I can not legislate for the fact that I remembered all the lyrics to Lover's Society but not to Little Musgrave. That is beyond my comprehension.
And now we are on the OHIO turnpike, which is very like the Indiana turnpike, but with more Starbucks, and the Pennsylvania turnpike, but wider. Somewhere to our left is Cleveland.
Entry #5: November 15th 2003
Mary, Queen of ArkansasOklahoma City: I don't know much about Oklahoma City. We always arrive too late and leave too early to look around. I consider this a shame. This time, we had driven from Los Angeles, and then had to leave at 6.30am the next morning so we could be on the radio in Austin at 2pm. And we did it too. We are professionals. The Blue Door - that's a heck of a gig.
Gas: It's very difficult to buy gas at the moment, in case you didn't know. Gas is around and available - that's not the problem. The problem is that the unwitting traveller has to stand behind yards of people buying lottery tickets. It's a sad sad sight. Does anyone think a lottery is a good idea aside from the winners? I heartily recommend buying gas at the pump on a card (and spending the lottery money in another way.)
Austin: We did manage to get some big sleep between the radio and the gig. Which was nice. The radio was KUT's Folkways show, and was a lot of fun. We played: Monkey And His Cat, Darwin, Hamlet and Our Lady Of The Highways. A man called Steve brought me possibly the best looking JWH bootleg CDs of all times. Very nice graphics, well-chosen pics, packaged with the appropriate pieces of the tour diary and so on. I guess he's on weslist - which I never go on by the way, because I'd hate to make y'all self-conscious - so say hi. I thought the gig in Austin was the best played gig of the tour so far: that and Seattle at least. Robert and I are growing into the material, or is it the other way around?
Car Activities Update: Robert was texting a message while he was driving the other day, which shows just how good he is at multi-tasking. I asked him if he was texting, and he said: "only a very little bit at a time". I approve of this kind of thing. (Robert would like me to add that texting from the wheel proved too hard and he gave it up. So don't try that at home. Or in the car.) I remember driving down I-5 from SF to LA and seeing drivers with magazines on their driving wheels - it was a regular sight. Wouldn't do it myself, mind you: it's hard enough mixing these martinis. Today I watched a movie on the DVD player in my laptop. It was the first time we'd tried this experiment in motion. I watched the DVD, put the sound through the stereo via that dodgy iRock device, and then provided Robert with a descriptive narration. We wanted to start easily so we began with 'Carry On Cabbie', a black and white British comedy, which spread its fifteen good lines evenly over the 90 minutes. Creaky but funny. Unfortunately, the film featured a lot of squealing car brakes and chase scenes, which was rather off-putting for both of us. I think this experiment will be repeated with a more complicated movie: perhaps Bullitt or Les Regles Du Jeu. (I have neither of those about me. In my DVD case I have The Red Shoes, Black Narcissus, Heart Of Glass, The Best of the Danny Kaye TV Show and Wodehouse Playhouse. And I still claim to like girls. (Oh, and Robert just lent me the BBC DVD of Cambridge Spies... and you can imagine what that's about.))
Exit 202 in Arkansas: Nothing much happens there. It is 10.07pm and we have to drive at least a few more hours tonight so that we can be in Chicago for our 5.30pm soundcheck tomorrow night. But the reward is Chicago itself, and all our fine feathered friends there. And you, if you're there. We think of you often.
Entry #4: November 13th 2003
I've been from Tucson to TucumcariEleven Things I Learned Since Last Night:
1. Do not arrive in Seligman, AZ at 9.01 expecting to eat. People will turn off the lights as soon as they see you approaching the door. Hunters can weigh in their kill there, but you can't eat there.
2. Never, if you can't connect to the internet because 'authentication' keeps 'failing', bother to ring AT&T up to ask why their numbers won't work. They don't know. They have no idea. Best to just leave it alone and go to a very nice bagel Internet cafe in Flagstaff, AZ.
3. Do eat at El Patio in Albuquerque, NM. This place is good. And buy a vinyl copy of Clube Da Esquina #2 by Milton Nascimento at We Buy Music records. $6 for a Brazilian import.
4. When you lose an hour, you don't really. It just doesn't matter when you're driving.
5. There are lots of dinosaurs on the side of I-40. Most of these are pretty good theme park La Brea Tar Pits-type plastic dinosaurs, but there are some REALLY good ones on the north side that look as if they've been made by small (but tall) children without adult supervision. These will cheer you up on any long drive.
6. They now want you to put in the zip code of the address you have on your credit card when you pay for gas at the pump. If it's the Way Out Wes card and Wes isn't there due to a call of nature, then that's very annoying.
7. It's amazing how much you can learn when nothing has really happened at all.
8. There is a word 'secrete' and it means a) to ooze a liquid and b) to hide something away. But, unless, my dictionary is wrong, the word 'secretion' has nothing to do with b).
9. "When listening to rocksteady, you can create an authentic Jamaican listening atmosphere right in the van. First, when one of the really good songs comes on, you have to pretend to shoot into the air with your fingers while shouting: "BLUP! BLUP! BLUP!" Second, if a song hits you just right, shout: "POOOOOOL-UP!" This means "pull up," or, "please, DJ, start that record again." Then you just hit rewind and start the song again. You can do this any number of times on one song, but three is typical. Don't wait until the song is almost over. That's bad form. A DJ MUST pull up when asked." This comes courtesy of Mr Ian Dickson, who knows whereof he speaks and is full of similarly useful information.
10. The iRock device, previously mentioned, which sends an FM signal to the radio from my iPod, is not iDeal. It seems to send a mono single, split into a stereo signal to the speakers. The effect of this is weird, particularly when you're listening to Jethro Tull and there's no flute. I'm not sure that is exactly what it's doing. But it's obviously not doing everything right. Where's that flute? I'm assuming that there is no NO FLUTE mix of Jethro Tull's Bouree. Who'd want that? Perhaps it's only flute it objects to. CvS would know exactly what was happening after about two second's exposure to this phenomenon. He'd explain, but lose me.
11. When the Comfort Inn offer you a suite, know that it means two beds next to each other, with a wall about two feel high, on the other side of which is a sofa.
Tonight, we stay in Tucumcari. Just like Lowell George.
Entry #3: November 12th 2003
Carefree HighwayBeltane: the matter is cleared up. It is a weird festival to do with the Wiccan religion. Unbelievably, ten people knew this. Did you know it or did you look it up? Your wisdom amazes me. And there are some performers who underestimate their audience... Talking of which, my least favourite question is when someone asks after a gig: "Don't you get really frustrated with how much of your stuff goes over people's heads?" Why is this so annoying? Well, firstly, I don't think it does. And secondly, it implies that the person asking the question DID get all the references but that he or she is way cleverer than anyone else there who almost certainly wouldn't have got the references. So perhaps it isn't performers or record labels who underestimate their audiences. Maybe they leave it to the audience to underestimate each other!
Cafe du Nord, SF: Jim, Bob, Trudy, Tracy, a CvS appearance, Beth and Randy, Joe - it was a good night. And we were staying at the awesome Beck's Motor Lodge, just five doors away from the club, that might well book rooms by the hour in the heart of the Castro, right opposite Peets, which, even for someone who foregoes caffeine, is as good as it gets.
Amoeba: have you been to this store in LA? It's insane. I managed to restrict myself to three purchases which involved great restraint. They were: Aladdin Sane, the new reissue in a little hardback book. (They did it for the thirtieth anniversary of Ziggy, too... one wonders which albums won't rate a nice thirtieth anniversary book and two CD set when it's time. I notice that Hunky Dory didn't get one. Perhaps they came up with the idea tragically too late for Hunky.) Also: Confidential by James Booker, and a DVD of People Like Us, a very funny British show that I love, and highly recommend. You need one of those clever DVD players that plays 'all regions' (the best invention in the world. Not regions - regions are a terrible invention. A complete waste of time, so that people in the UK can't buy the video of Terminator 3 from the USA before it's got to the cinemas in England.)
Santa Barbara: Soho is a very nice gig. We shall return, I hope. Wish we'd arrived in time for the oldest second hand bookstore in California. But no.
A subject that came up unexpectedly (even to me) at last night's show: David Blaine. Oh yes, I have something to say about him: he's a magician. It's a trick!
Laundry: done in LA. I bought too few t-shirts on this tour. Just an observation. Many cracking good shirts for stage and some fancy pants, but few comfortable lounging shirts.
Arizona: we're in it, having just driven over the border at Needles. And there's a little Lightfoot on the iPod, which I have linked to the stereo by a rather unconvincing FM wireless device, since our fine automobile doesn't have a cassette player or any input for an external device. Two years ago, we laughed at cassette players in a rental car, and now we wish we had one. Ah! progress.
Tonight, we stay in Flagstaff. Tomorrow, we drive all day in the direction of Oklahoma City. It is raining hard. It is very very very dark. Is this the careless highway of which Gordon Lightfoot so fondly sings?
Entry #2: November 9th 2003
Ride A White SwanPalms Playhouse: this is a very nice place. I recommend the old stage curtain on the wall from when it was The Winters Opera House. Very beautiful. There is an antique store about ten doors down that is a museum of ridiculous pricing. And thoroughly recommended for a giggle.
The Queen Mary: This is a big boat in which we played. I can only describe by saying it was like the Empire State Building on its side, all done in wood and bakelite. We ate after the concert at Sir Winston's restaurant which seems to be located in the foghorn. Very good. I'd like to say I was effortlessly transported back to the days of great sea travel, Inspector Poirot gathering the suspects in The Captain's Quarters, Steamer Trunks and a touch of Mal de Mere. But in fact I was effortlessly transported to a gorgeous lounge where an Elvis Impersonator was singing 'Something' to a rather embarrassed punter.
All Tomorrow's Parties: this was the indie-est thing I have ever been involved in. We were between Deerhoof and Mike Watt, playing at the same time as Modest Mouse. There were three t-shirts before me at the front of the stage. In order, from left to right, they read: Stax, Sonic Youth, The Minutemen. And there we were, doing a good impression of people who stopped listening to music in 1972. It was fun. And on Tuesday we play Santa Barbara, which I heartily recommend to anyone in the LA area who was unable to get their fill from our set. All Tomorrow's Parties is now All Yesterday's Parties, but it's also All Today's Parties, and Iggy and The Stooges are headlining tonight. And I'd have liked to have seen that....
Misfortune: is the name of a novel that emerges in September '04. The first ever article about it is in The L.A.Weekly this week and can be found at: www.laweekly.com/ink/03/51/books-bernhard.php.
Set lists abound.
Lyric of the week: "Wear a tall hat like a druid/ In the old days, wear a tall hat and a tattooed cloak/ Ride a white swan like the people of the Beltane/ Wear your hair long and you can't go wrong." Go Marc Bolan. (Those lyrics are from memory because the song isn't playing now - but I'm sure it can't be the Beltane. What is that? Some Gandalf country that appealed to his mystical boogifried mind? The people of the beltway, did he mean? Maybe all his fans lived in the 'burbs. All elucidation appreciated.)
Roads: yesterday we drove down 5 to LA from SF. Today we drive up 5 from LA to SF. Tomorrow we drive down 5 from SF to LA.
Entry #1: November 6th 2003
This Is Your Captain CallingI am going to write a different kind of tour diary this time. A very short one. And to the point. In other words, you won't like it as much. But, for various reasons, this is forced upon me. So, here goes:
Piano: we have brought a piano on this tour, and it makes a big difference to the set list, opening up a whole repertoire. It also makes a big difference to the health of our backs, since it is heavy.
Football: yesterday was a good day for the sport, generally. Arsenal beat Kiev 1-0, and then Linda's beat the opposition (name unknown) 3-1. This is notable in the fact that it was my first game of football since I moved from Seattle. Linda's was my old team. And they're playing with more style than ever. In fact, the Seattle co-ed league rules. Modesty forbids me to report further on the game, though, in the interests of the tour, I decided not to go for 50-50 balls, run fast, or at all, or engage in any argy-bargy whatsoever. I dedicated myself to the set piece, the 'telling touch' and the dignified trundle. Anyway, it was a bit of a risk playing since I am technically in the middle of the tour, but I escaped unscathed. Long live Linda's.
Robert: he's here. He's driving.
The Green River Killer: he's confessed.
Dish on Market: the best sandwiches in Ballard.
The Mountain: we were on KMTT at an unearthly hour on Tuesday morning and there we played Monkey And His Cat and Darwin, which, as many of you have pointed out, has (remarkably) moved from the realm of fiction to fact.
Garden of Eden: the EP is out. And the response through wesweb.net was astounding. So were the sales at the first gig, boding badly for anyone who wants it at the sixth. Unless I act soon.
The Gig: what better place to start a tour could there be than in Seattle? Topics discussed included: US Airways and their lack of free food, Billy Bragg, The Original Folk Music Kings Of Comedy. We're not quite sure about the accuracy of the set list.
Extra Gig: one has been added in Providence, RI on Sat Nov 22nd. I am hoping this is near enough so that all those fine CT people can get to it, as I feel bad for leaving out CT.
Nashville, Atlanta, Louisville, Dayton, Minneapolis: I also feel bad for leaving out these places. I like to check up on you fellas at least once a year.
Santa Barbara: I am thoroughly recommending this gig to LA readers. I think it's going to be good. And it will feature a full rather than 'festival' length set. All Tomorrow's Parties will also be dynamic. And, by the time this hits the web page, it might be All Yesterday's Parties. We shall see.
Good lyrics recently heard: "This is your captain calling/ And if you think we're falling/ You're probably right..." Colin Blunstone: This Is Your Captain Calling (from the album Journey.)
Best Album I have Recently Heard: Daydo by Alun Davies. A really fantastic record, produced by Cat Stevens. Find it on vinyl for Ten Cents.
See you at the shows. All questions answered. All rights reserved. All requests either honoured or dishonoured.
11/04/03
Tractor Tavern, Seattle, WAThis Will Be Our Year
Humble Bee
The Movie Of Your Life
Nothing At All
People's Drug
Negative Love
Hamlet
Hitler's Tears
Goth Girl
It Stays
Little Musgrave
Sluts
The Devil In Me
She's A Piece Of Work
Still Photo
Window Seat
-
Phil Ochs, Bob Dylan, Steve Goodman, David Blue And Me
Sussex Ghost Story
Master Kilby
Scared of Guns
(NOTE: this set list is not guaranteed, but it's what we remember. Someone stole the set list, which would have helped us. If anyone wrote it down, please let us know any discrepancies...)
11/07/03
Palms Playhouse, Winters, CAThis Will Be Our Year
Humble Bee
Hitler's Tears
When Dreams Come True
Darwin
Monkey and His Cat
Things Snowball
Hamlet
Negative Love
The Truth
Bad Dream Baby
Phil Ochs, Bob Dylan...
Pull
Cathy's New Clown
In Paradise
Scared Of Guns
-
Master Kilby
Window Seat
11/08/03
All Tomorrow's Parties
The Queen Mary, Long Beach, CAThis Will Be Our Year
Humble Bee
Hitler's Tears
Monkey And His Cat
Hamlet
Little Musgrave
Darwin
Nothing At All
Negative Love
Window Seat
11/09/03
Cafe Du Nord, San Francisco, CAThis Will Be Our Year
Humble Bee
Hitler's Tears
Darwin
Monkey and His Cat
Hamlet
Negative Love
Little Musgrave
Sluts
She's A Piece of Work
Cathy's New Clown
Nothing At All
Window Seat
11/11/03
Soho, Santa Barbara, CAThis Will Be Our Year
Humble Bee
The Movie Of Your Life
Miss Fortune
Darwin
Monkey And His Cat
Death Of The Ghostwriter
Hamlet
Hitler's Tears
Negative Love
Lover's Society
Sussex Ghost Story
For An Actress
When Dreams Come True
Hard
Window Seat
--
It Stays
I'm Wrong About Everything
Master Kilby
11/14/03
The Blue Door, Oklahoma City, OKThis Will Be Our Year
Humble Bee
Hitler's Tears
Driving In The Rain
Monkey And His Cat
The Death Of The Ghostwriter
Darwin
The Triumph of Trash
Negative Love
-
Here Comes The Groom
Talking Return Of The Great Folk Scare Blues
Little Musgrave
It Stays
Cathy's New Clown
Hard
When Dreams Come True
Hamlet
Window Seat
-
Our Lady Of The Highways
Master Kilby
11/15/03
Cactus Cafe, Austin, TXThis Will Be Our Year
Humble Bee
Hitler's Tears
In Paradise
She's A Piece Of Work
Monkey And His Cat
Darwin
The People's Drug
Negative Love
-
Little Musgrave
Bad Dream Baby
Talking Return of The Great Gangsta Folk Scare Blues
Sussex Ghost Story
The Devil In Me
Nothing At All
Cathy's New Clown
Still Photo
Hamlet
Window Seat
-
It Stays
Master Kilby
11/18/03
Schubas, Chicago, ILThis Will Be Our Year
Humble Bee
Hitler's Tears
Monkey And His Cat
Darwin
Miss Fortune
Negative Love
Cathy's New Clown
Goth Girl
Little Musgrave
Lover's Society
The Red Rose And The Briar
It Stays
Hamlet
The People's Drug
Window Seat
-
Like A Prayer/We Are The World (Medley Attempt #1)
The Movie Of Your Life
Wreck On The Highway
(set list provided by Dave Olson)
11/19/03
The Tin Angel, Philadelphia, PAThis Will Be Our Year
Humble Bee
Hitler's Tears
Driving In The Rain
Nothing At All
The Movie Of Your Life
Monkey And His Cat
Darwin
The Person You Are
Death Of The Ghostwriter
The Triumph Of Trash
Negative Love
She's A Piece Of Work
Hamlet
Our Lady Of The Highways
Window Seat
-
The Red Rose And The Briar
Master Kilby
11/20/03
Capo's, Lowell, MAThis Will Be Our Year
Humble Bee
Hitler's Tears
Monkey & His Cat
Darwin
Still Photo
In Paradise
Negative Love
Little Musgrave
Pull
The Original Miss Jesus
Hard
Hamlet
Window Seat
-
I'm Wrong About Everything
Master Kilby
11/21/03
The Middle East, Cambridge, MAThis Will Be Our Year
Humble Bee
Hitler's Tears
Cathy's New Clown
Monkey And His Cat
Darwin
Our Lady Of The Highways (w. Josh Ritter)
The People's Drug
She's A Piece Of Work
Negative Love
Little Musgrave
Bad Dream Baby
It Stays
Phil Ochs, Bob Dylan, Steve Goodman, David Blue and Me
Hamlet
Window Seat
-
I'm Wrong About Everything
Master Kilby
11/22/03
The Century Lounger, Providence, RIThis Will Be Our Year
Humble Bee
Hitler's Tears
In Paradise
Monkey And His Cat
Darwin
The People's Drug
Negative Love
Little Musgrave
For An Actress
The Devil In Me
Nothing At All
Hamlet
Window Seat
--
I'm Wrong About Everything
Master Kilby
11/30/03
Ringwood, NJBad Dream Baby
Phil Ochs, Bob Dylan
Talkin' Return Of The Great Gangsta Folk Scare Blues
Pull
Famous Man
She's A Piece Of Work
Negative Love
It's All My Fault
Three Legged Man
-
Goth Girl
Darwin
Monkey And His Cat
The Original Miss Jesus
Annachie Gordon
For An Actress
I'm Wrong About Everything
-
Merry Go Round
Hitler's Tears
Sleeper Awake
Hamlet
Window Seat
The Devil In Me
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Caroline Goodbye
Little Musgrave
