Say Anything

I ran the Brooklyn Half Marathon yesterday morning in 1:51:17 after three weeks on my ass. Everything hurts today. But it was a beautiful morning in Brooklyn, and a great run. The race started on the Coney Island boardwalk as the sun was breaking through a heavy fog, then turned onto Ocean Parkway and into…

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Some days it doesn’t bother me I’m not Bono. Other days, it does. Today, it did. So I went into overdrive. I called an A&R guy I know Palm Pictures (Chris Blackwell’s new label) and the booker at Club Iota in D.C. (again); I FedExed CDs to Lost Highway (home of Ryan Adams and, most…

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I’m listening to my newish song “Never Be (The Same),” a live recording, and man, do you mind me saying? That shit rocks! It just became the first single for the new CD. Now, mind you, I’m drunk. (Who else do you know gets tanked and updates their website?) I just got in from dinner…

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Failed to escape the city this weekend. Went to “A Beautiful Mind” (ok) at the new 34th Street Lowes Cineplex (good Icees, bad seats), and then went to Brooklyn for Jeff’s (who you’ll recall as the bassist at last months benefit show) wife’s birthday party. I did my best “Bono meets Marky Mark” (as my…

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When Vicodin Fails

Work today was a combination of absurdity (“Where are we going to promote the Justin Timberlake poll? Is that 2-way a Skytel?”) and, well, absurdity (“I think that Christina image needs to be sharpened a bit. Does that story have an artist ID?”). Tomorrow, a 14-hour Grammy day, then rest. In the absence of “Midnight…

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What We Don’t Know

Watched “Salvador” tonight, Oliver Stone’s directorial take on the early-80s uprising (and U.S.-backed subversion) of “Communist” guerrilas there. Disturbing stuff. Makes me wonder what I don’t know, what we don’t know, that’s going on in the world. And as the Gulf War spawned “Three Kings,” I imagine Afghanistan too spawn films that tell the real…

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Blurry Blobs Of Color

The sun is falling on my brick walls. So beautiful. It’s been a gorgeous, but cold, Sunday in the city. I rode out over the GWB again, cold every mile, then came home and feasted on semi-solid foods. I tried to write something to post for for you here, but nothing good came. So I’m…

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Eating Everything With Spoons

For those of you playing along at home, you’ll be pleased to learn that I finally made it to the the army/navy store on 42d street, and they were open. Got a pair of used German army pants. Also walked 5th Avenue with all the tourists, and picked up a few cheap things at H&M.…

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Not A Total Loss

Sent a kit to the Bottom Line today. Used to cover lots of bands there back when I first moved to New York and was writing for The Saratogian and Rolling Stone. I saw Matthew Sweet there a few years ago. So I hope to play there soon. Called Iota in D.C. — No answer.…

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Warning

Don’t take codeine on an empty stomach.

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