Archive for November 2005
Here’s To You
It was in the middle of rehearsal tonight when I thought to myself, ‘I am so fucking lucky.’ I landed in Des Moines at noon. Mike and Jason pulled up just as I walked out of baggage claim. They whisked me straight to lunch with the band at Royal Mile. Jason’s wife, Stephanie, and sometimes…
Read MoreA Better Son/Daughter
I feel a little like Greg hiding out from Mike and Carol. I’ve spent the balance of Thanksgiving Weekend in the basement of my father’s Indianapolis home. I was bumped from the premiere rooms at the inn by my brother, his wife and son, Ethan, who took top priority. Which is fair. And fine with…
Read MoreFever To Tell
My grandmother can die now. I mean, not that I’d want her to, but… well, you know. I just did an interview with Kelsey Holm of The Waterloo Courier. I talked her ear off for damn near an hour. Despite the countless interviews I’ve conducted, or the few I’ve been the subject of, I still…
Read MoreHappier
Note to self: Never Go To Target Drunk. It’s actually something a bad habit of mine here in the Midwest. Somehow, I always end up at a Target, or a Wal-Mart, or a Sam’s Club, with a few beers in me. Of course, there’s a super-store of some sort on just about every corner, so…
Read MorePlease, Thank You
In New York City, the world really is just outside your window. This was especially so last night. The Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade musters on 81st Street. All of the floats — Dora The Explorer, Garfield The Cat, Kermit The Frog, Chicken Little, Mr. Potato Head — begin their trip to 34th Street just across…
Read MoreSick Of Myself
This is how sick I am. I released “Heartland” last week. I released “The Rivington Sessions EP” in July. I released Nadas frontman and
Read MoreCome Pick Me Up
It’s easy to hate the city on mornings like this. My morning run was gross. I was ill equipped in shorts, a windbreaker, and baseball cap. The wind blew right through me. It was relentless. And wet. I ran headlong into the wind and rain. Worse, the entire sprint to the park was hampered by…
Read MoreWhen November Comes
Everything was still. The frost was sparkling in the morning sun. I could see my breath. I wedged myself behind the wheel of my mom’s little red sports car, and sped off to the local coffee shop. I love to drive the old roads. They’re quiet, and scarcely-traveled, and wind and roll through my hometown…
Read MoreThis Moment
I’m going home. Chris’ best friend Keith’s father died in his sleep Wednesday morning. So we’re catching a train to Philly in a few hours. There’s a family visitation this afternoon. I expect to be at the local tavern, Casey’s, eating one of their famous roast beef sandwiches and washing it down with a Yuengling…
Read MoreShow Me
It’s two o’ one a.m. when my cousin Andrew says, “Wait a sec, let’s save this shot ’til it really counts.” He steps away to speak with Perry, World Leader Pretend’s Warner Bros. A&R rep. I wait by the bar with Katia and Liz. “OK, let’s do it,” he says. The Petron does not go…
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