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Act Naturally
Ask me if I’ll carry my Marshall JCM 900 up five flights of steps ever again. Ask me if I had a great time reuniting with my Smith Family brothers. Ask me if Kevin was stressed. Ask me if I whispered in his ear, “Remember to have fun.” Ask me if I rock out more…
Read MoreLove Town
I’ve been a seriel dater since I was fifteen-years-old. But I’ve only been in love once. I could hear Jennifer screaming and moaning down the hallway at the Elizabeth Seton Birthing Center, but I still managed to doze off in front of “Cheers.” Could have been the beers. Could have been that it was well…
Read MoreEminence Front
Today I wore my favorite striped dress shirt, spring sport coat and Kenneth Cole lace-ups for two reasons. First, I was participating in a demo of MTV’s new broadband project for a bunch or label execs and I wanted to look the part. And secondly, because I was having dinner with two old friends from…
Read MoreMiracle Drug
Bono sings that “Freedom has a scent / Like the top of a newborn baby’s head.” I always found that lyric just a little bit hoakie. I still do. But I checked out the top of Ethan’s head this afternoon and, sure enough, it smells pretty good. I dunno’ about freedom, though. Maybe opportunity. Limtless,…
Read MoreA Simple Life – MP3
It occurs to me just now, sitting here at 9:58 p.m. listening to my new song, that this is the sound of sunshine streaming through my windows on a Sunday afternoon. I started recording this fresh from Easter brunch with my mom, Chris, Jen and Ethan. I wasn’t inspired by anything specific, I just had…
Read MoreCarry Me Home
I know, you’re like, “What kind of ass-hat wears sunglasses alone in his apartment?” That’s last night in a nutshell. It rocked. Ivan Sandomire rocked, Dough rocked, and hell yeah, I’ll say it, I rocked. And I’ll be honest with ya’, I’m as surprised as anyone. Rockwood Music Hall is a cozy venue. My apartment’s…
Read MoreStrung Out
If there’s one thing I loathe more than practicing guitar, it’s stringing it. It’s the night before a big show, though, so it had to be done. I picked up a few Asahis, ordered some Planet Sushi, sat down on my shag rug in front of Nova, and got down to business. Which is when…
Read MorePleased To Meet Me
The day was running low on minutes. The guys were running low on energy. The El Presidente had just plain run out. And then she showed up. The odds were stacked against us from the outset. By the time I showed up to Dough’s rehearsal space on Delancey Street, I’d put in an eleven hour…
Read MoreDaybreaker
I woke just before my alarm this morning. The sky outside my windows was great and bright. And when Satirius Johnson told me that the high today was going to be fifty-two degrees, I smiled right there in my half-sleep. Then I hit the snooze bar, rolled over, and snagged a few more minutes. And…
Read MorePlace & Time
Ask any of my guy friends, if they wanna’ get together, any place, any time, from Des Moines to Las Vegas, I say, “Count me in.” See, I’ve felt comfortable in women’s company as long as I can remember. I’ve always liked girls. There’s a photo of me from pre-school with the most adorable freckle-faced,…
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