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I Must Be An Acrobat
A few weeks ago at the “Elizabethtown” premiere party, a woman from UPI asked me, “So, are you a critic?” I answered quickly enough to offend every critic within ear shot, “Oh no, no, no, no. I’d never be a critic.” True, I was on the job for MTV News, so she’s to be forgiven…
Read MoreStart It Again
For the first time since I don’t know when I have absolutely, positively nothing to do. I have no travel on my itinerary. Nothing. October is scott free. I’m all about getting ready for the marathon, the cd release, and the tour. That’s it. R ‘n R. Chillin’ like Bob Dylan. Watchin’ TV and reading…
Read MoreTo Be Continued
I had a beer with Cameron Crowe tonight. I listened to “Same In Any Language” (from the “Elizabethtown” soundtrack) five times between Jamaica and Penn stations. My skin was still warm from the Montauk sun. My eyes still burned from the brightness of it all. I was smiling inside. I was quiet with my thoughts.…
Read MoreSquare One
Thirty-six pairs of boxer shorts, twenty-three flights of stairs, three beers and one DVD later, my life is beginning to approach normal. I wouldn’t go so far as to call myself a full-fledged procrastinator, but I’m not very good at maintenance. Example: I pay my bills when I have to. When, for example, I turn…
Read MoreCelebrate
Somewhere in Des Moines, Mike Butterworth is going in circles on wobbly roller skates. My friends The Nadas celebrate the release of their fifth studio album, “Listen Through The Static,” today. They’re celebrating with a roller skating listening party at in West Des Moines. I told them I’d love nothing more than to be there,…
Read MoreLong Ride Home
Kentucky straight bourbon is not to be trifled with. And yet, here I am, trifling. 15-year-old, 107 proof Pappy Van Winkle’s Family Reserve is aged in “deep-charred heavy oak” barrels in Frankfurt, Kentucky. It is “untouched by human hands.” It is “unhurried by time.” And it is caustic stuff. Joseph and I sprinted to the…
Read MoreIf It Wasn’t This It’d Be Something Else
It caught my eye as I walked out of the “Elizabethtown” premiere at the Franklin Theater (Fourth & Main, Franklin, TN): the full, harvest moon. It was was hung low and hazy, and burnt red like some Hollywood set piece. I wish I could tell you more. But my fingers are numb, my eyes are…
Read More60B
The gray turned to mist turned to drizzle turned to rain as I drove into Elizabethtown. My colleagues mock me for my affection towards Cameron Crowe. None of them share my appreciation of his forthcoming film, “Elizabethtown.” The film (which I previewed with my colleagues in the Paramount screening room two weeks ago) follows Drew…
Read MoreThe Deal
My pen pal Tina sent me this note from across the pond: “Is it so wrong that your description of a bad day made me smile?” I know my bad day wasn’t the end of the world. It was a comedy of errors, a lose/lose situation. By the time my bedside table collapsed in my…
Read MoreThis One’s Gonna’ Bruise
The alarm goes off. I hit snooze. I hit snooze again. I hit snooze a third time. I slide out of bed slowly, creeped out from dreams I don’t remember. My back aches in a new place, way down low at the base of my spine. I do my Masters and Cobras. Still hurts. I…
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