Archive for September 2002
Maybe This Year…
“I was out on the radio just starting to change / Somewhere out in America it’s starting to rain.” I took the E to Spring Street as the sun fell to the West. Bone tired. I ducked into 121 Varick where the doorman held a 45 pound box of 5000 “Summer’s Gone” postcards. I dragged…
Read MoreFilm Threat: Roman Coppola’s “CQ”
After wrestling with the MTV (the usual vacuous b.s.), the postcard printer (I get to pick up 45 pounds worth of postcard this afternoon), the guitar shop (that still hasn’t received my replacement guitar from Martin), the CD duplication company (won’t be done ’til Tuesday), I needed a Blockbuster Night (I know, I’m so corporate).…
Read MoreStill Standing
Spirits were restless today. The sky was clear , but whipped with gale-force winds. Our building creaked wildly all day long which, coupled with the barrage of crumbling WTC footage and personal interest stories about survivors and victims of September 11th, made for a day I could only characterize as creepy. It reminded me of…
Read MoreThe Hole In The Sky
I do love this city. And I do love summer. But I’m ready for autumn. It’s just stupid hot right now — sticky, sluggish, Africa hot — and coupled with having 4000 things to do and no sleep, it’s soul crushing. The long story short is that I woke up, dropped the CD of for…
Read MoreBarroom Favorites
I have discovered the most demoralizing way to start one’s week: 45 minutes in a sticky, florescent lit post office. I stamped 108 press kits — one $1 stamp, two $.03 stamps — before trudging to work through the 90 degree Indian summer morning. Ouch. Not fun. But with each envelope comes the hope that…
Read MoreThe Rolling Hills Of Iowa
I went home to Iowa for 36 hours this weekend, and what a beautiful, amazing, grounding trip it was. So far from the gritty streets of New York. Unfortunately, I’m way to tired to share it all right now, but I’m so glad I went, caught up with a my family, at some catfish and…
Read MoreWhat came first: the music? Or the misery? Up at 5:30 to pubish the news to MTVNews.com that the Notorious B.I.G. put a hit on Tupac Shakur. Showered and went into work where I whipped up letters and kits for Michaela Majoun at WXPN in Philly, and Aimee Mann’s manager Michael Housman. Then worked. Then…
Read MoreTomorrow’s Big Story
Started the first full day of my 31st year running along the Hudson. It was a cool and beautiful morning. The sun climbed slowly over the buildings on the East Side, throwing deep orange rays of sunshine onto the silver water. I was glad to be there, happy to be alive, but weighed down more…
Read MoreWriting “Shiver”
I was born to David Wagner and Mary Catherine Bolster 31-years-ago today in Iowa City, Iowa. They were 25. I was induced on a Friday, and born on a Saturday morning at 12:51 a.m. Sunday afternoon, my father left for Waldorf, Maryland, to begin teaching chemistry at the local community college. My mother, brother and…
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