Lying in bed just now, before the coffee, before the Advil, before the B-12, I watched yellow leaves swirling against the flat gray sky. It was summer on Monday, before the rain. Now it is fall. What with last night’s beer-soaked melencholy, though, it makes for great song fodder. I wrote this one just now:…

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Let It Rain

Sometimes you just wanna’ let the rain fall outside your window, you wanna’ turn up the Ryan Adams (ballads only, please), and drink as many beers as possible. That ‘sometime’ is right now. Except that the rain’s stopped. And I’m listening to Damien Rice. Though I am drinking beer. Nothing’s wrong. I mean, yeah, there’s…

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Making The Scene

Post-Marathon Monday was miraculous in a dozen little ways, all of which served as reminder why chronography is superfluous. First, though, thanks to the dozens and dozens of you who sent your congratulations and encouragement. You know I was disappointed, but your generous emails certainly served as a gentle salve to my wounded ego. Thank…

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Diddy Beat Me, Ok?

Let’s get this out of the way: P. Diddy finished the New York City Marathon about six minutes prior to me. I finished 4:21:08, way, way, way off what I’d hoped for. But given how much pain I was in at mile 18, well, it’s a miracle I finished at all. It was a scorcher,…

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Pre-Marathon Update

Because I’m kind of a nerd, and heck, this is what I do, I’m coming to you Sunday morning at 5:40 a.m. I start running in about four and a half hours. I slept well from about 10-5. No weird dreams. Woke a little sore (I had a leg cramp all day yesterday), but expect…

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T-Minus Twelve…

In less than twelve hours, I’ll be walking towards the Verrazano for the start of my fourth New York City Marathon. I wish it were now. But talk to me in 16 hours. I spent the day running (well, walking) errands, lame stuff that I haven’t had time to address since starting the record in…

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Wish Me Luck

It’s Friday night. I’m home, and am sure to be asleep within the hour. Of course, I have to run 26.2 miles on Sunday morning. Meanwhile, some quick notes: I’m listening to the bonus disc of The Best of REM, In Time. It has a bunch of b-sides that probably even the most grave completist…

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Blow A Seam

My parents took me to Annie when I was six-years-old. I sang “The Sun Will Come Out Tomorrow” every morning for months. Sometimes I think I’m singing it still. I walked to work today loving life. I had finally tackled the pile of dishes in the sink, I had three cups of coffee, and even…

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The Journey Is The Destination

The race is on. The Almost Home master, artwork, and my $1600 payment is en route to Acme CD Manufacturing Corp. So now, I wait, and hope my 1000 copies make it to me in time for the November 20 tour kick-off. The good news is that Alan made the track listing change I mentioned…

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Mastering ‘Almost Home’

I don’t listen to my records once they’re done. But I got the Almost Home master last night, so I kinda’ had to. After all, I want to be sure it’s perfect for you. I was surprised how great it sounded, and how painless it was for me to listen. See, I know every mistake,…

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