Archive for October 2006
All I Wanted Was To Be Wanted
The making of a great playlist, like a road trip, break up, or triple chocolate layer cake, is hard to do, and takes longer than it might seem. You gotta kick off with a killer, to grab attention. Then you take it up a notch. But you don’t wanna blow your wad, so you cool…
Read MoreOn A Day Like Today
“So, how are you feeling now?” I have been jogging for thirteen minutes. I am jogging on a treadmill in a small, flourescent lit room at Lenox Hill Cardiology on 84th & Third Avenue. I am shirtless, tethered by ten wires to a PC. I am beginning to break a sweat. Dr. Donna Ingram is…
Read MoreLet Go
I moved to New York City in 1995 with $400 in cash, a Macintosh SE40, Takamine acoustic guitar, and a dharma doll. Dharma dolls are hollow, egg-shaped totems modelled after Bodhidharma, the Buddhist monk credited as the founder of Zen Buddhism. They’re typically painted red with black detailing and blank, white eyes. The idea is…
Read MoreHairshirt
I never really thought much about my hair until the summer between eighth and ninth grade. Growing up, I had a thick brown mop of hair that fell in my eyes, and well over my ears. A few poorly placed cowlicks — most notably in the front right and left of my forehead — shot…
Read MoreWho Knows What’s Waiting In The Wings Of Time
I spent the better part of this morning modeling various hospital gowns. I’ve had chest pain for a few months. I think. I don’t really remember when it began. But I’ve noticed it more and more as Abbi and I have ramped up our mileage in anticipation of the marathon. It’s not a crushing, debilitating…
Read MoreNothing + Everything = Nothing
I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again: nothing is real and everything is for sale. That Audrey Hepburn + AC/DC Gap mash-up is perfect case in point. Independent of one another, Audrey, AC/DC, and, heck, even “skinny black pants” are well worth their praises. Together? The worst. Surely Ms. Hepburn frowning down on her…
Read MoreThe Lightning Round
Last fall, in an effort to foster comradery amongst the few New York City musicians I know, I invited a dozen of my favorite singer/songwriters over for what I hoped would become a monthly confab: a book club for musicians, but without the pesky books. We made it two months, then folded under the weight…
Read More19 X 3 (Or Whatever It Takes)
We ran nineteen miles this morning. By accident. We were planning on running Greta’s Great Gallop, a New York Road Runner’s sponsored half marathon. But given that the marathon is just five weeks away, we decided to do eighteen. So we Googled some distances, and decided to run from East 71st Street to 111th, west…
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