Archive for July 2005
My Fragile Family Tree
I hear him from ten blocks away. I see him across the river. My cousin, the rock star. Andrew called me twice in two days. That’s unprecedented. “Um, dude, we’re playing a show on Pier 54 at eight o’clock on Thursday.” Did he really think I’d miss it? I trecked out to BK way before…
Read MoreKid A
I trudge up four flights of stairs in my new business casual slacks. I knock on the door, and drop to one knee. Ethan answers, smiling tiny ear to tiny ear. I reach out my arms and say, “Can I have a hug?” He pauses shyly, the dashes into my arms. Later, he is seated…
Read MoreFaking All These Sunsets For You
“It’s seventy-one degrees, cloudy and foggy in Central Park. You’re listening to WNYC-FM. It’s 7:21.” Cloudy and foggy. It’s not all full moons and sunsets up here in my room on the roof. Despite what you might have seen — what I’ve shown you — the rain does fall on the Upper West Side. I…
Read MorePaper Dolls
Betcha’ five bucks I release four records this year. The first one’s already out: “February 25, 2005,” aka “The Live Record.” I decided this weekend that I’m gonna’ put it on on iTunes. Gimme’ a few weeks on that. I’m recording the second one this Thursday: an iTunes Exclusive release, like Aimee Mann’s or The…
Read MoreComfortably Numb
Nothing like witnessing a massive global musical and political event from the sweaty interior of an office building to render it almost completely powerless. From the looks of things, there was a whole bunch of rocknroll going on yesterday. MTV News’ coverage of Live 8, like the Video Music or Grammy Awards, was a full-on…
Read MoreMe And You And Everyone We Know
It’s Friday night. I worked a twelve-hour day today. I’m due back at the office in just twelve more. I cleanse the pallet toggling between “Dogtown & Z-Boys” on The Sundance Channel, and “Trouble at the Top” on Trio. I flip through a week-old Entertainment Weekly. I eat sushi. I blog. Big plans this weekend?…
Read MoreMiss Independent
Walking to the subway this morning I thought, ‘Where the hell is everyone? Starbucks was empty. There were vacant parking spaces on 80th Street. The subway platform was empty, save for a family of — judging by their struggle with the turnstile — tourists. There was wiggle room on the 1/9. Times Square was deserted.…
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