Archive for March 2005
Rock Candy
I’m the sorta’ guy who buys new undershirts instead of doing laundry. I’m the sorta’ guy who still expects to pay $30 for a pair of 501 jeans (and who hasn’t graduated to Diesel). And I’m the sorta’ guy who, when he realizes he’s going to a wedding in the morning with a freshly-pressed suit…
Read MoreThe Good Guy
Chris steps towards the doors of the 1/9 at 50th Street and says, “Have a good trip.” And I say, deadly serious, “Where am I going again? Oh yeah, thanks.” We’ve just finished a matching set of beers and turkey burgers at Coffee Shop in Union Square. He invited me to a collegue’s film screening…
Read MoreThe Tower Of Learning
The sky is extraordinary tonight. I should be working on my memoir-in-progress, “33 1/3.” I should be working on my new song, “Big Rock Candy Mountain.” I should be paying bills, packing for my trip this weekend, or at least whittling down my Netflix queue. But I don’t have it tonight. I’m defeated. It’s barely…
Read MoreHeadlong
If I’d written you a Daily Journal entry yesterday, you’d have sent me flowers. Or called me a psychopharmacologist. First of all, I was underslept. It doesn’t sound much like work, but I stayed up well through and after the Oscar telecast directing the efforts of my west coast colleagues. I nodded off well after…
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