Archive for July 25, 2005

When I was seven-years-old, my parents took Chris and me to “Annie” at Chicago’s Schubert Theatre. Two things stuck: Annie’s “The Sun Will Come Out Tomorrow” (reprised in every song I’ve written since), and Miss Hannigan. Miss Hannigan scared the living shit out of seven-year-old me. (My mother loves to remind me of this.) Heck,…

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