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Saturday, July 18, 1998
Columbia, Maryland

9:00am
I took one step out of the bus and knew I was in venue heaven. Our caravan was parked under a row of trees at the top of one of the rolling hills leading to the side gates. And although everything under my feet was green and everything above my head was blue, the most beautiful part of it all was the cool, crisp air. Miraculously, the humidity had lifted overnight as someone in the heavens granted us the most perfect summer day. Thank you Columbia!!

11:00am
I am discovering that it's nearly impossible to be alone while here and nearly impossible to find a moment's peace to reflect on the day, the performances or the place. The tour is in perpetual motion, a whirling dervish of activity all day, every day. Tonight we get to stay at a hotel since there will be another show tomorrow and I'm looking forward to sleeping on a bed that isn't rolling over the bumps and turning at every curve.

4:30pm
Standing barefoot and braless in her white tank top, and cut-offs, Holly McNarland took that B Stage microphone, pulled it right up to her mouth and screamed to the audience, "Where do you fit in?" over and over. She's definitely one of the most in-your-face performers I've seen thus far at Lilith. When she belted out to the audience, she'd been thinking of "a thousand ways to kill you," I don't think she's kidding around.

5:30pm
We interviewed Love Riot, a local band from Baltimore. They were happy to talk with us, but as we wrapped things up, they asked if they could interview US because THEY had some questions for the media. It was pretty funny and I was definitely taken aback, but honestly, I wound up liking the whole question/answer thing. Maybe I'll ask more performers to interview us....

7:00pm
I saw one of the most moving exhibits I'd seen in some time. It's called the D.C. Clothesline Project. Strung up between trees were different colored t-shirts with messages painted on them from women who had been victims of domestic violence, rape, incest and sexual abuse. The messages ranged from the details of their abuse to "You can not hurt me again!" to children's descriptions of their mother's pain and suffering. It was heart-wrenching.

We were supposed to do an interview, but I was so choked up I couldn't compose myself enough to ask anyone a question. After a bit, I went up to another woman to get her reactions on it, only to find that behind her sunglasses she was crying too.

1:30am
On a lighter note, I've just returned from a party at the hotel the crew is staying at. One of the Lilith Center workers was spinning tunes all night as most of us took part in the cash bar and danced the night away. It was refreshing to hear some different music and to chill out for awhile. We took a cab back to our lovely hotel (it is nice and I have my very own room!) and I'm looking forward to a nice hot shower and sleeping on a huge stationary bed.


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