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Company Man
My gray matter ached this morning. You know, the stuff in the back: where your skull connects to your spine, where dreams are manufactured. That shit hurt bad. Three cups of coffee, two Advil, two B-12s, and one multi later, I was right as rain, and off to the office. One turkey burger deluxe with…
Read MoreYou’re Too Old For Shots!
What finds me in the East Village at 12:30 with a belly full of tequila, beer, and Twizzlers? Better still, why am I home an hour later eating half-cooked vegetables and a Bocca Burger? Valid questions both. Read on. I joined two delightful co-workers for an advance screening of the Jack Black comedy vehicle ‘School…
Read MoreSleepy-Eyed Songwriter
Benjamin Wagner first started playing music in high school. He practiced his songwriting skills and learned the guitar well enough to perform in bands at Syracuse University, including the alternative pop group, Smoky Junglefrog, which opened for the Mighty Mighty Bosstones. After college, Wagner moved to New York City and started playing as a solo…
Read MoreOrdinary Life
‘Ordinary life is pretty complex stuff.’ Or so says Harvey Pekar, real-life star of the comic book, theatrical production, and now art house (but corporate financed) film, ‘American Splendor.’ I saw it tonight on Kurt Loder’s urging, and also out of a sense that, through witnessing another man’s transcendence of sadness, loneliness, and disappointment, perhaps…
Read MoreThe Great Blackout Of 2003
I looked away from the videoconference link to Los Angeles for an instant, fixing my gaze on the florescent lights overhead. They throbbed twice, dimming to brown, then faded to black. The entire MTV News Online New York team assembled paused unsteadily, rose from its seats, and shuffled in place. I awaited the thermonuclear blast…
Read MoreLimping Back To Hell’s Kitchen
Ouch, a thousand times, ouch. It seems I can’t spend an evening in Kevin Anthony’s recording studio without incurring some inane injury. As I type, my left foot is soaking in scalding saltwater following a home surgery reminiscent of Civil War amputation. I don’t know what it is, or what caused it, but the pad…
Read MoreThe Birth Of Cool, Part Deux
I’m not really sure where to start, or what to say. I’m in a post-race beer, pretzel and DVD-fest, the cherished 48 (or so) hour period following major events in which I don’t beat myself up for not running. It’s so moist outside, I hate to get myself back in the running groove again anyway,…
Read MoreNew York City Triathlon ’03
Ok, so maybe “downsized” was the wrong word choice. I wrote yesterday that the NYC Triathlon had been “downsized” to a biathlon due to water conditions in the Hudson. But now, as I bask here in the aching afterglow, running nine miles and riding 25 miles seems sufficiently sizeable to me. If I weren’t so…
Read MoreTo Do
I have part IV of the Ric Burns’ ‘New York’ documentary series paused in my DVD player, so forgive me my brevity. Thing is, I’ve been staring at a monitor for, like, 12 hours or more, and I’m pretty tired of typing. But there’s lotsa’ fun and funny and interesting stuff goin’ on here in…
Read MoreMixing ‘Almost Home’
It’s ten o’clock. I’m sitting here in boxers. My eyeballs ache from contact lenses. I haven’t eaten dinner yet, and I’m considering skipping it alltogether. It’s raining out. Queens of the Stone Age are wailing in melodic dischord on iTunes (aka WBEN), “It’s just another love song.” Indeed. I just came in from the livingroom…
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