By admin | June 5, 2002 | Comments Off on

New York is sweltering. 56th Street is strewn with debris. The breeze smells of garbage. Summer is here, and the A.C.’s cranked. I must confess to you little musical or creative activity. Every night, walking home from Times Square, I pledge to myself time to play some guitar, to write some songs. But by the…

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