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Less Suck, More Rock

I am walking home from the gym. I am still sweating. My muscles are warm. My vision is clear. I am holding a vente mild in my left hand, and a brown bag with an egg sandwich and orange juice in my right. Counting Crows’ “Time And Time Again” is...

This Little Light

The last Broadway show my mother, brother and I attended together was Tony Kushner’s “Angels In America” in 1994. Chris and I were living in Saratoga Springs at the time. My white Chevy Celebrity stalled out on I-87 near Suffern en route to the city....

Blue Christmas At The End Of The World

What a strange, strange night. I’ve been meaning to record a few Christmas songs for ya’ll for a few weeks. But I haven’t really been home for a few weeks. And when I have been home, I was neither in the mood to play music, nor in the Christmas...

The Scientist

The last time I walked from Times Square to 80th & Columbus, my mother was lecturing me the entire way. The time was last fall. The occasion was my appearance in The New York Times. My mother was not pleased. Nor, for that matter, was my father. (Or, for the...

Photograph

I may have dreamt the whole thing. I’m not really sure. Oh wait, there’s photographic evidence. Ok, so it’s true. I was in Palm Beach, Florida, this weekend. Yes, it was mostly-sunny and 80° the entire time. And yes, I left my laptop, Blackberry,...