Archive for October 2005
Where I’m Going
I wasn’t sure how the band would go over in the East Village. But sure enough, they had them dancing — square dancing, no less — on Avenue C. It’s been quite a week having The Nadas in town. Hard workers, all, but there’s not nine to fiver amongst ’em. They’re noon to fivers. Five…
Read MoreOne Thing Right
“Americas Next Top Model” was the talk of the MTV News morning meeting. Sadly, there was no mention of the sonic pyrotechnics coming from The Rodeo Bar last night. It was pretty overwhelming bringing The Smith Family and The Nadas together. If these two worlds collided at Monday’s Rockwood Music Hall show, they absolutely super…
Read MoreWine Me Up
Wow, what a day. And it’s barely even lunch time. I knew this week was gonna be a doozy, what with two shows, The Nadas in my living room, the marathon in a week, and my record release in two. So I’m not surprised. But it is a little ridiculous. 6:30 – Wake up, check…
Read MoreKiss Catastrophe
Mike and Jason tipped the scales. When they climbed on stage with Will, Tony, Chris, and me last night, there were more of us onstage than off. Of course, it’s pretty heartbreaking when no one shows up for your rock show. Especially when you’re playing every Monday night to get people excited and build momentum…
Read MoreOctane
If you miss Monday’s Rockwood show, well, then too bad for you. We’ve got a ton of goodness up our collective sleeve. Nadas Mike, Jason, and Will arrived Friday. I’ve missed them most of the weekend on account of a wedding (not mine), and my last training run before the marathon. I rolled in this…
Read MoreSo Says I
It wasn’t the walk of shame, it was the parade of shame. Weddings are loathesome affairs. Not because we don’t wish well for our friends (or our date’s friends), but because we’re thrown into a room full of stranges, half of whom are related to one another. I’m perfectly comfortable in front of a crowd,…
Read MoreThis Is Your Life
I did an interview yesterday afternoon with a woman writing a book called “Extreme Sports / Extreme Jobs.” As I told her, I don’t consider myself extreme. Occasionally stupid and sometimes stubborn, maybe. But extreme? No. Still, I’m happy to talk about myself. So I did. For forty-five minutes. The tricky thing about trying to…
Read MoreBuffalo Herds & Windmills
What are the odds of me even noticing this awesome coin in my pocket? And what journey did it take to get there? The Buffalo Nickel was minted between 1913 and 1938. They’re 75% copper and 25% nickel. Mine’s not likely to be worth much — it’s neither the coveted 1937D “three legged” variety, nor…
Read MoreThe Nooner
I was in such a rushed to get back to the office from my afternoon tryst, that I left my cell phone at her place. I snuck out of the office at noon. I jumped the Q to Canal Street, emerging amidst the bustle of t-shirt hucksters and purse peddlers. I stepped into the elevator…
Read MoreThank You
Team work’s an excellent thing. A few weeks ago, I was struggling to finish an 18-mile race. My running partner pulled me through. Today, she was struggling to finish a thirteen miler. I puller her through. And that’s it, really, isn’t it? Being there. That’s half the battle. The rest comes around. I was born…
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