Archive for September 2005

It caught my eye as I walked out of the “Elizabethtown” premiere at the Franklin Theater (Fourth & Main, Franklin, TN): the full, harvest moon. It was was hung low and hazy, and burnt red like some Hollywood set piece. I wish I could tell you more. But my fingers are numb, my eyes are…

My pen pal Tina sent me this note from across the pond: “Is it so wrong that your description of a bad day made me smile?” I know my bad day wasn’t the end of the world. It was a comedy of errors, a lose/lose situation. By the time my bedside table collapsed in my…

The alarm goes off. I hit snooze. I hit snooze again. I hit snooze a third time. I slide out of bed slowly, creeped out from dreams I don’t remember. My back aches in a new place, way down low at the base of my spine. I do my Masters and Cobras. Still hurts. I…

What keeps us going? My brother Christofer and I moved to New York City in the spring of 1995. We unloaded his rusty, red Isuzu pickup into the freshly painted hallways of 447 West 56th Street, and then took a walk. I was grossly overwhelmed and outpaced. The scale and speed of the city was…

It may not be the best name for a tour ever, but it’s what we came up with, and we’re sticking with it. The Broken Hearts Acoustic Revue. What were we thinking, right? Well, I’ll tell you. We need to call the tour something other than “Four Dudes In A Van” or “Trust Us: It…

Three hours past midnight, the lights finally went out. Eleven six packs, seven bottles of wine, a fifth of vodka, eighty bucks of crudites, and a river of yellow wax down my spiral staircase later, summer was gone, and another year was celebrated. If a man’s worth is measured in his friendships, then I am…

Just in from a few miles in Central Park… The humidity has finally lifted. The air has been crisp and cool all week. Most morning, I’ve flung the doors wide on my deck — damn the AC. I’ve been getting a little New Age out there, starting each morning with a few sets of Masters…