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Life In Slow Motion
What keeps us going? My brother Christofer and I moved to New York City in the spring of 1995. We unloaded his rusty, red Isuzu pickup into the freshly painted hallways of 447 West 56th Street, and then took a walk. I was grossly overwhelmed and outpaced. The scale and speed of the city was…
Read MoreSpectacle
It may not be the best name for a tour ever, but it’s what we came up with, and we’re sticking with it. The Broken Hearts Acoustic Revue. What were we thinking, right? Well, I’ll tell you. We need to call the tour something other than “Four Dudes In A Van” or “Trust Us: It…
Read MoreCannonball
Three hours past midnight, the lights finally went out. Eleven six packs, seven bottles of wine, a fifth of vodka, eighty bucks of crudites, and a river of yellow wax down my spiral staircase later, summer was gone, and another year was celebrated. If a man’s worth is measured in his friendships, then I am…
Read MoreLose Yourself
Just in from a few miles in Central Park… The humidity has finally lifted. The air has been crisp and cool all week. Most morning, I’ve flung the doors wide on my deck — damn the AC. I’ve been getting a little New Age out there, starting each morning with a few sets of Masters…
Read MoreJudging A Band By Its Covers
Buying “Tiny Dancer”? Would you prefer the original Elton John, the Ben Folds or the Tim McGraw? “Smells Like Teen Spirit”? Can we interest you in Tori Amos or Paul Anka? With the advent of searchable music sellers like iTunes, it has become easier than ever to discover — or stumble on — covers of…
Read MoreFor The Record
In a town this small, I should’ve known better than to think The New York Times had found me on its own. You’ll recall that The Times called the other day to interview me about fledgling artists using cover songs to goose their iTunes awareness. I was leary (a) I don’t want publishing companies to…
Read MoreSummer’s Gone
I step out of the cottage into the sand. The sky grows light in the east. I can still make out the pale white halo of the Milky Way overhead. Orion has yet to dip below the horizon. The air is cool. A breeze blows out of the west. It is cool and dry. It…
Read MoreAlive
Today, some seventeen hours into my thirty-fourth year, I have had my share of firsts. This morning, I was interviewed by the New York Times. This afternoon, I learned to surf. This evening, I found 100% contentment. Three firsts, three decades in. The Times called about iTunes. The reporter’s thesis is that artists are covering…
Read MoreSweet Relief
When the Twin Towers were toppled in 2001, I — like the rest of us — stood partially paralyzed by the enormity of the disaster. I had met Mr. Rogers just a few days prior. And so, pacing the length of my apartment wondering what to do to try and make things a little bit…
Read MoreDon’t Sweat The Technique
We were discussing The Nadas pre-show ritual, “I think they need to listen to ‘Big Pimpin’ before they go on. Hip hop has more attitude, more confidence. It’d be good for ’em.” Tonight I listened to a friend of mine go on and on and on about how much her life sucked. Her career, her…
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