RIP: Alice In Chains’ Layne Staley

The season’s first thunderstorm swept through Manhattan last night, churning up an orangish-brown sky, and unleashing waves of rain and wind on the city’s scurrying inhabitants. I sat in my window sill and watched it blow in from New Jersey, then rush away through midtown. It was beautiful. I awoke at 7:36 to the phone…

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Bones And Such (Are Paper Thin)

I’m back on the vicodin. I had another tooth pulled this afternoon, my third in three months. It was a bottom right molar: another baby tooth, another without a replacement waiting in the wings, another gift of genetics. It’s one more chapter in a long and painful dental record: extractions in grammar school, retainers in…

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On The Inevitability Of Rejection

I’m watching MTV “Cribs” out of the corner of my eye this afternoon at work, and I see Blink-182’s drummer showing off a sick, amazing pad, and, like, a dozen cars in his driveway. I’m like, “Where did he get all that coin? Do Mark and Tom share publishing credit? Have they sold that many…

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New York City, Cynical Capital of the World

So, Saturday’s show, in retrospect… Well, it was a huge success, all things considered. We had never rehearsed or performed a full acoustic set, let alone without a drummer, let alone with an upright bass. Tony and Paul sat on stools, but I stood to keep my energy level up. I scribbled a smiley face…

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Sore All Over

I’m not sure I can do another weekend like this anytime soon. What, with parental units visiting from the Midwest, a half-marathon, a rock show — damn, I’m sore all over. Still, I wouldn’t have it any other way. That is, I keep sayin’, and I believe it, that life is short; I can rest…

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:46 ‘Til 1:51:12 Later

I should be showering and getting dressed for tonight’s big show, but my dedication to you, fair reader, is such that here I am, just an hour and 46 minutes from show time, logging an entry… Thing is, it’s already been a loooong day. Woke to my brother’s call at 6:38 am. They were one…

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I Fired The Drummer

The band for Saturday’s show just got a little leaner; I fired the drummer. Last night’s rehearsal was completely un-fun, just inches from a train wreck the entire time because the new guy was still unprepared. Really nice guy, but unprepared. It was truly painful. I was all set to wing it Saturday anyway, and…

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Top Down, Summer Sorta’ Record

Sheryl Crow came to work today. She played the cafeteria, I shit you not. It was like a high school assembly. But with Sheryl Crow. Ok, so my day job has occasional perks. John Norris was doing some pre-show Q&A and characterized her new album, “C’mon, C’mon,” as a “top down summer sorta’ record.” And…

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NAB

The National Association of Broadcasters convention is like a boat show for tv nerds. The ratio of men to women is 10 to 1. The standard uniform is a golf shirt with a company logo on the chest. Guys are walking around with free Adobe tote bags stuffed with pens, pamphlets and paraphenelia. People are…

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Landing This Thing

We’ve reached our cruising altitude of 35,000 feet some 1900 miles east of Las Vegas. It’s Sunday night, 10 minutes before 6 EDT. I’m fresh from the lavatory, having rid myself of a Sam Adams I downed to lubricate a Vicodin and a half, which seems to be doing its job. That is, despite three…

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