The Electric City

Greetings from The Electric City. I’m writing you tonight from Room 202 of the Lackawanna Station Hotel where, through the thin walls of my room, piped in Muzak like drones away like The Lawrence Welk Show. The entire town has that feel, really: as if time...

Oscar! Oscar! Oscar!

Ok, so we’ve almost made it through Colossal Televised Event season. I live blogged Super Bowl XLII three weeks ago, and the Grammy Awards two weeks ago. Tonight: The Academy Awards. 7:53 – My head literally explodes as Tim Kash — who’s been...

Grammy! Grammy! Grammy!

Last weekend, I live blogged Superbowl XLII. Tonight, I bring your The Grammys from the cozy confines of my office twenty-nine stories above Times Square. 8:00 – “It’s Grammys 50th Birthday, and everyone’s coming to the party.” Nothing...

Superbad

Chris and Meg invited us to a Superbowl party at The Irish Rogue. I don’t know much about football, but I sure like wings. Here are my notes from the most raucous affair. 6:15- Jordan Sparks. Fine singer. I like her well enough. Even if she’s lip synching....

Calling All Angels

Another year, another award show… another award show I missed almost entirely. I was fifteen feet from the Grammy red carpet (Heineken green, technically), but I didn’t see one celebrity. I was one hundred feet from the big show, but I didn’t see U2,...