Archive for August 2004
Come Down Now (But We’ll Stay)
Got home from work at 8:30, called dad, and unpacked some baggage… From Duane Reade: one bottle (150) daily multivitamins, one bottle (50) generic ibuprofin. From D’Agastino’s: one (1) Mama Celeste Personal Pizza, one (1) 20 oz. Samuel Adams Ale, 1.5 quart Breyer’s All Natural Vanilla, one (1) bag Happy Herbert Oat Bran Pretzels, 8.3…
Read MoreThe Only Living Boy In New York
Dude, I got it. We’ll play a rock show, drink a bunch of PBR, take a wicked long cab ride home from Brooklyn at three in the morning and then — check this out, this is where it gets good — we’ll go to the dentist at 8:00 a.m.!!! F’in’ genius, Wagner. I’m in! Note…
Read MoreAre You In Or Are You Out?
I sorted 42 pounds of laundry into three heaping bags this morning, and hauled it to the Second Wave Laundromat on the corner of 55th & Ninth. It’s the first step in a massive existential house cleaning operation to gear up for what promises to be my biggest Q4 ever. In the simplest terms, and…
Read MoreNew Slang
It was a total nightmare. Everything was going wrong. I couldn’t get my olive-colored army pants on. The zippers on my black suede Smurf boots were sticking. I was wearing a red mesh sleeveless shirt. And sunglasses, always sunglasses: big, brown plastic 70s things. When I finally made it on stage, my band mates were…
Read MoreExit Music (For A Film)
Greetings from the Minneapolis – St. Paul International Airport where, like other points of departure and arrival, there is no joy. It used to be that couples greeted one another with long, emphatic embraces, that families wept openly at their good fortune to be reuned, and that children giggled and skipped in anticipation of their…
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