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Rockin’ On The Horse-Sized Pills
Steve Feldman and I met in Syracuse, New York, right around the time when my band, Smokey Junglefrog, was nominated for an inaugural Syracuse Area Music Award. We lost. But Steve won Producer of the Year. Smokey and Steve recorded to albums together, “Au Gratin” and “She’s My Niece” (don’t look for ’em, they’re long…
Read MoreMy Pretty Nice Little Sunday With Tyler Durden, Frank The Tank, And Sven
Driving to Elizabeth this morning, I was reminded of two classic film scenes. Abbigail and I moved into our new apartment together nearly three months ago. Still, our dining room table lacks chairs. Our books are stacked on shoddy, foldable shelves. And our twenty inch television rests on a metallic microwave stand from Lechters. And…
Read MoreWell Drinks
There’s a modest little bar on 82d and Amsterdam called The Dead Poet. Even before I moved to the Upper West Side in 2004 and began to consider it my neighborhood hang, I was a fan of the place. I found it online some years ago searching for a location to celebrate my brother Christofer’s…
Read MoreSunshower
I managed to sneak out of the office just after seven o’clock last night. 46th Street was teeming with tourists awash in smoke from a dozen gyro grills on account of the Taste of Times Square festival. I took to Eighth Avenue, skirted a cab, dodged a bus, and headed west. I was listening to…
Read MoreI Know… But I Like It
I gave Ethan his first guitar when he was just six-months-old. It was a bright red wooden thing; a bit more than a toy, but less than a real acoustic guitar. A bit overzealous? Perhaps. And that says nothing of the bongos, the piano, or the maracas I gave him — all before his first…
Read MoreSeems So Long I’ve Been Waiting (Still Don’t Know What For)
A coupla’ months ago, when Chris emailed me and asked if I wanted to play a show, I was all, like, “Sure!” I figured he and I would hook up with Tony and Ryan and do our thing: his songs, my songs, Buckeye — whatever. Then we found out that Vaughnathon was double-booked. And I…
Read MoreMy Life On The A-List
There are four kinds of ice cream in the fridge: Breyer’s All Natural Vanilla, Breyer’s Slow Churned Fat-Free Vanilla, Ben & Jerry’s Mint Chocolate Cookie, and Sharon’s Coconut Sorbet. Ok, so one’s sorbet, but still: I would never have had four kinds of ice cream in the fridge as a bachelor. Four! We’re watching Kathy…
Read MoreThey’re Tryin’ To Make Me Go To Rehab
Moments after this joyful photograph was taken, we learned the news that the nation’s most beloved heiress had turned herself over to authorities. I began the day reading The New York Times, then crafted a new script for the second “Mister Rogers & Me” trailer. Deep and simple. I am currently wrapping up MTV News’…
Read MoreFirst Person Singular
I can’t tell you what joy it brings me to see my colleagues’ mugs online. And not just because they’re good looking. I’ve been ballyhooing the blog as a means of granting audiences access to newsrooms to no avail for years. Still, even as corporate news correspondants — from Brian Williams to Katie Couric to…
Read MoreSummer Song
The teams were always the same: Sean and Chris versus Dusty and me. I don’t remember meeting the Wells brothers, they just were. My family moved from Indianapolis, Indiana, to Oak Park, Illionois, in the summer before first grade. Our mint green stucco house on Forest Avenue was just one block from architect Frank Lloyd…
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