Going Through The Motions

My Aunt Marden wore a lot of orange and brown back in the day. Even in the late seventies, when I was still in single digits, it didn’t seem like much of a color combination. She was one of those not-really-your-aunt aunts. In fact, she was my mom’s roommate at the College of St. Theresa…

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Done With It

Disappointment with my marathon time notwithstanding, yesterday was my real finish line. And it felt pretty good. I managed to think about virtually nothing from 11-12 as my unbelievably named Oasis Day Spa masseuse, Miles Golden, kneaded and pounded knots out of me. Somewhat surprisingly, the bulk of the damage is above my waist. Apparently,…

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Mine, Yours, Ours

I don’t really want to talk about it. But I will. Because it’s what I do here. And because so many of you were so kind in sending me you well-wishes via email, text message, and carrier pigeon. Bottom line: I finished the New York City Marathon in 4:30:49. My sixth marathon was my worst.…

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The Fall

These are, to be sure, the days. There’s something strangely cruel about the fall. Nature’s finest foreworks — thunderstorms notwithstanding — are reserved for these final days of warm weather. Outside my window, the trees are brilliant with reds and yellows and oranges. It’s beautiful. But it’s fleeting. In a few days, it’ll be over.…

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Secret Machines

I’ve tried to look kinda spiffy this week. But I’ll tell you a little secret… I’ve been wearing the same jeans since Wednesday. I know, I know. Gross. (And too much information.) But on the great To Do List that is my Q4 (little bit of corporate speak for you there), laundry is not a…

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I Dare You To Lift Yourself Up Off The Floor

It’s the same thing every Wednesday morning. “You’re a big guy,” my trainer, Paul, says. “I mean, for a marathoner.” This week, Paul kicked it up a notch. “You’ve got a pretty thick neck. Did you ever play football in high school?” This is, to me, somewhat hilarious. I’m staring at myself in the mirror…

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Some Sort Of A Homecoming

I woke up this morning to the realization that my new CD, “Heartland,” will be released in exactly two weeks. Instead of boring you with what isn’t done (bio, press, pre-order, plane tickets), let me share with you a little bit about what is done, and what it all means to me. (Meanwhile, you can…

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Where I’m Going

I wasn’t sure how the band would go over in the East Village. But sure enough, they had them dancing — square dancing, no less — on Avenue C. It’s been quite a week having The Nadas in town. Hard workers, all, but there’s not nine to fiver amongst ’em. They’re noon to fivers. Five…

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One Thing Right

“Americas Next Top Model” was the talk of the MTV News morning meeting. Sadly, there was no mention of the sonic pyrotechnics coming from The Rodeo Bar last night. It was pretty overwhelming bringing The Smith Family and The Nadas together. If these two worlds collided at Monday’s Rockwood Music Hall show, they absolutely super…

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Wine Me Up

Wow, what a day. And it’s barely even lunch time. I knew this week was gonna be a doozy, what with two shows, The Nadas in my living room, the marathon in a week, and my record release in two. So I’m not surprised. But it is a little ridiculous. 6:30 – Wake up, check…

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