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Believe It Or Not (I’m Walking On Air)
Chris and I co-directed our first film in 1981. It was a big-screen remake of the beloved television show, “The Greatest American Hero.” I played Ralph Hinkley. He played the bad guy. We didn’t cast a William “Bill” Maxwell (Robert Culp). But we had our Pam. Jenny DeLuca was a dead ringer for Connie Sellecca.…
Read MoreThe Roof Is Leaking
I love Phil Collins. I can’t help it. He’s from a time before hip, from those precious days before my judgment. I don’t miss those times, solely because I never left them. While my colleagues can’t get past Clap Your Hands And Say Yeah, or The Unicorns, or whoever is the Flavor Of The Week,…
Read MoreInertia Creeps
It gave me pause. It was one of those moments where CNN is all you can hear in the newsroom. Everyone’s tuned into the same story, and listening closely. Commissioner Kelly (Commissioner Gordon’s nephew) sounded dire, warning of a “credible but unsubstantiated threat” in the coming days. I was talking with my colleague Ben Cosgrove…
Read MoreIt’s Hard
Rock ‘n roll is a fire set by young bodies. One day you wake up and smell your own flesh burning. Pete Townsend said that. I didn’t catch on to The Who right away. Chris had “It’s Hard” on vinyl, but his Sears Solid State stereo didn’t do it any justice. It wasn’t until one…
Read MoreIn This Heartland
I never know what to say when the music stops. That’s the first line from the title track of the forthcoming CD, “Heartland.” There’s a fair argument — over four years of Daily Journals — that says that’s not entirely true. I have plenty to say. Too much maybe. But it feels that way sometimes.…
Read MoreTunnel Vision
Ethan is obsessed with tunnels. Last month, Chris found a set of dominos in the cottage in Nantucket. Ethan insisted all weekend long that he build tunnels for his Matchbox cars. When Andrew and I visited him at Chris and Jen’s on Wednesday night, a pile of cardboard bricks towered over him. He toppled then,…
Read MoreBreakfast On Pluto
It’s often the case that the coolest experiences are the least expected. Such was the case at tonight’s premiere of Neil Jordan’s "Breakfast On Pluto." Neil emailed me late last week and said he had a few tickets to The New York Film Festival. I’ve done Tribeca, and Sundance, but oddly enough, I’d never been…
Read MoreToday
It should have felt odd, I suppose, to be standing in Rockefeller Center with a Today Show laniard around my neck, watching my cousin rock Matt Lauer’s socks off. But it didn’t. Funny thing about life these days: nothing’s shocking. It’s not that I think I’m all that, or am impressing myself with anything. It’s…
Read MoreThe Squid & The Whale
Nearly twenty-four years to the day that my parents sat Chris and me down to announce their separation, I am still seeking catharsis. It was an afternoon not unlike this. The air was cool. Daylight was scarce. We gathered in the living room — a space reserved solely for guests and holidays. Chris and mom…
Read MoreThe Tide Is Turning
Andrew and I stood on the roof watching planes fly through the clouds overhead like something out of a Tarantino film. “Man, what an amazing, relentless city,” he said. I woke before the alarm this morning, slipped into my running clothes, strapped my iPod to my bicep, and ran for the gym. This morning was…
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