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In A Cab Headed Uptown
I’m in a cab headed uptown, just southeast of Chrysler Building (my favorite New York City skyscraper, hands-down). I’m tapping this missive into my Blackberry while listening to The Changes’ “When I Wake.” The song is genius. The chorus makes me immediately happy: all synths, upbeat drums, and the catchiest melody since Madness’ “Our House.”…
Read MoreIf You Wanna’ Kiss The Sky You Better Learn How To Kneel (On Your Knees Boy)
I’ve had an ice pack on my right knee for so long that cold is beginning to feel hot. So, the doc said it’s quadriceps tendonitis. In fact, both docs said so: Dr. Woo (who was the first doctor available at Manhattan Orthopedic & Sports Medicine), and my go to guy, Iron Man Triathlete Dr.…
Read MoreLet’s Sing Songs (To Spite The Devil)
I have a long standing policy of not stepping foot inside a venue until I’m booked to step onto said venue’s stage. With CBGB, this proved a wise policy. Founded in 1973, CBGB (aka Country Bluegrass Blues and Other Music for Uplifting Gormandizers) became the much-celebrated birthplace of punk. The Ramones, Patti Smith, Television, Blondie…
Read MoreRollin’ And Tumblin’
Moments after Abbi snapped a staggeringly adorable photo of Ethan and me, I was crumpled into the fetal position at the bottom of a slide. Yesterday afternoon — a beautiful, clear, crisp fall day — Abbi and I met Chris, Jen, Ethan and Edward at Hippo Playground in Riverside Park. Initially, Ethan was suitably distracted…
Read MoreAll I Wanted Was To Be Wanted
The making of a great playlist, like a road trip, break up, or triple chocolate layer cake, is hard to do, and takes longer than it might seem. You gotta kick off with a killer, to grab attention. Then you take it up a notch. But you don’t wanna blow your wad, so you cool…
Read MoreOn A Day Like Today
“So, how are you feeling now?” I have been jogging for thirteen minutes. I am jogging on a treadmill in a small, flourescent lit room at Lenox Hill Cardiology on 84th & Third Avenue. I am shirtless, tethered by ten wires to a PC. I am beginning to break a sweat. Dr. Donna Ingram is…
Read MoreLet Go
I moved to New York City in 1995 with $400 in cash, a Macintosh SE40, Takamine acoustic guitar, and a dharma doll. Dharma dolls are hollow, egg-shaped totems modelled after Bodhidharma, the Buddhist monk credited as the founder of Zen Buddhism. They’re typically painted red with black detailing and blank, white eyes. The idea is…
Read MoreHairshirt
I never really thought much about my hair until the summer between eighth and ninth grade. Growing up, I had a thick brown mop of hair that fell in my eyes, and well over my ears. A few poorly placed cowlicks — most notably in the front right and left of my forehead — shot…
Read MoreWho Knows What’s Waiting In The Wings Of Time
I spent the better part of this morning modeling various hospital gowns. I’ve had chest pain for a few months. I think. I don’t really remember when it began. But I’ve noticed it more and more as Abbi and I have ramped up our mileage in anticipation of the marathon. It’s not a crushing, debilitating…
Read MoreNothing + Everything = Nothing
I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again: nothing is real and everything is for sale. That Audrey Hepburn + AC/DC Gap mash-up is perfect case in point. Independent of one another, Audrey, AC/DC, and, heck, even “skinny black pants” are well worth their praises. Together? The worst. Surely Ms. Hepburn frowning down on her…
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