Archive for August 2007
Whisper (A Million Different Voices Speaking In Tongues)
I was touching the spirit world well prior to slipping beneath the covers last night. Likewise, I expect, tonight. Wednesday’s Late Night at Rockwood Music Hall left me reeling well into Thursday (as, I suspect, it did Casey and Chris — though they had Thursday off). In fact, I opened my team’s annual MTV Video…
Read MoreLucky, Babe
In just a few short months, Late Night at Rockwood Music Hall has become something of a phenomenon. In a city full of recalcitrant talent bookers and apathetic sound men, Ken Rockwood’s Lower East Side venue has been the most artist-friendly venue since opening in 2005. The stage occupies nearly one fourth of this intimate,…
Read MoreLegacy
Our friend Torrie’s father passed away last week. You probably know Torrie from her oddly-named blog (odd because I find her delightful and not hateful at all), I Pretty Much Hate Everything. I wrote about running into her on the street a few summers ago. I chalked it up tothe excellent connective skills of the…
Read MoreRadio Nowhere
It’s 6:10 in the morning. I realize that’s not so early for alot of people, but I’ve been awake for two hours. Any second now, Abbi’s alarm’s gonna sound, she’s gonna pop out of bed, and we’re going to go running. Not psyched for that. So I woke up to pee at 4 a.m. My…
Read MoreC’Mon
That’s me about three minutes after running fifteen miles in 96% humidity. Abbigail was in San Diego with “the girls” this weekend, leaving me free reign over the apartment, and the city. Still, fifteen miles, four hours in the studio, three random bars, two movies, two rock shows, one comedy show, and one blog entry…
Read MoreRevenge Of The Bookeaters
To characterize 826NYC’s Revenge Of The Bookeaters benefit at New York City’s Beacon Theater Sunday night as “understated” would be, well, an understatement. Of course, any evening hosted by the nearly catatonic (though culturally prescient, completely unflappable, and totally hilarious) Demetri Martin is bound to be low-key. Whether riffing on break dancing, goatees, or engagement…
Read MoreYou Can Get What You Want Or You Can Just Get Old
He won’t be thrilled that I’m telling this story, but it illustrates a point. So here goes. My brother hit puberty right around the time my parents announced to us that they were divorcing. It was October 1981. We were living in Chicago, IL. My mother, brother and I moved to suburban Philadelphia in August.…
Read MoreStress Rx
It’s amazing how many lotions, ointments, and treatments are required for what ails me. You may recall last summer’s cardiology issue: the chest pains, the stress test. Well, this summer, work, wedding, marathon and documentary stress has manifested itself in a whole bunch of new, interesting, and original ways — and mostly on my face.…
Read MoreBeing There
This weekend, Abbi and I were feted at the third of three engagement parties. Early in the evening, kneeling there in my seersuckers, suede bucks and blue blazer, my uncle — my Godfather, in fact, who’d travelled some 970+ miles to spend these brief moments together — said to me, “Looks like life is treating…
Read MoreWon’t You Be Mine?
Things have been pretty good in The Neighborhood. A few weeks ago, Christofer and I just premiered a second “Mister Rogers & Me” trailer on You Tube, this one with sound bites from Tim Russert, Susan Stamberg, Marc Brown, and Linda Ellerbee. It’s not burning up the Internet, but’s it garnered a few comments, and…
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