The Birth Of Cool, Part Deux

I’m not really sure where to start, or what to say. I’m in a post-race beer, pretzel and DVD-fest, the cherished 48 (or so) hour period following major events in which I don’t beat myself up for not running. It’s so moist outside, I hate to get...

MTV-apalooza

Just in from rehearsal — exhausted. But psyched and confident for tomorrow. One rehearsal, and the band is back in fine form. The new one, “Golden Wings,” has gone from just a few chords on my acoustic to a fairly epic number. We’re opening...