I dropped mailers for the April 13th Arlene show at Kinko’s on my way home from work. I hustled home, changed into my running gear, and headed west towards the river. The hum of traffic along the West Side Highway gave way to the lapping of the river. The George Washington Bridge glowed upstream. I…

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I just walked in from rehearsal. It’s late. I’m exhausted. We’re breaking in a new drummer. It wasn’t easy going. I never know how important my songs, or how specific my tastes are, are until someone new’s tryin’ to figure ’em out. And Rosa and Walker’s shoes are tough to fill. By the sound of…

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