All I Want Is You, Part II

“If it feels like I’m leaning on you to keep from passing out, I am.” I am standing beneath an ivy-covered trellis adjacent to the Inn at Brays Island. I am wearing a navy blue, two-button Versace suit; a pinpoint cotton, spread collar, French-cuffed Charles Tyrwhitt shirt; a navy, periwinkle and brown diagonally striped Luigi…

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What Lookin’ Pretty Cool’ll Getcha’, Part III

It’s a sad chapter, one about which we rarely speak. Chris, Tony, Ryan and I met in high school (Ryan was actually in seventh grade, but close enough). MTV was all about Skid Row, Mr. Mister and Mike & The Mechanics at the time, but we weren’t feelin’ it. One day after school, Chris and…

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La Luna

There isn’t a ton of upside to waking up at four o’clock in the morning wrecked from an eleven hour time zone shift and a three weeks absence from the office. Sitting here on the couch of my Hell’s Kitchen living room just now, though, reading an article Steve Martin wrote for The New Yorker…

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All I Want Is You: Part I

In just three hours Abbi and I were to exchange vows beneath a three hundred-year-old live oak on the edge of the Pocotaligo River. I was driving myself to lunch through a full-on monsoon. My Jeep was kicking up a speedboat’s wake through the pond-sized puddles. The windshield wipers were completely overwhelmed by the downpour.…

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Dubai: At Home At The End Of The World

Passport Control at Dubai International Airport seems a bit like the bridge of a Rebel Alliance starship; every stripe of the known universe is represented. Despite our interminable wait after a day of protracted, ass-numbing air travel, I found myself thrilled — babbling, even — in my surroundings. Everything was hard lit, brushed steel, flat…

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The Maldives: Half A World Away

I counted five shooting stars on the way back from the bathroom last night. The North Star was so bright, I mistook it for the moon. Just now, stepping from the outdoor shower, I saw a blue-gray porcupine fish the size of a springer spaniel floating sentry at the stairs leading to the lagoon. The…

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Diamonds & A Ring Of Gold

I’ve been listening to U2’s “All I Want Is You” for three days straight. The Ts are crossed and Is are dotted. Abbi and I have scripted and scored our ceremony, fifteen copies of which are printed in a pink file folder with “Wedding” in big, block, Sharpie letters. “Honey” takes its own folder. I…

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Baby, Please Come Home

Once again, Christmas has come early to Soho. As we speak, Chris, Tony and Ryan are taking their second pass at “Feliz Navidad” here at Travis Harrison’s Serious Business Studios. Chris’ version — tracked well in advance of the October 15 “A Family Records Holiday” deadline — turns the tune on its ear in two…

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