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In the wee hours after Casey and Langhorne’s wedding, it seemed like a good idea to group blog. What follows is roughly that, plus a collection of the evening’s best and most random quotes. The Day I Cross-Blogged with Benjamin, by Wes Benjamin Wagner and I decided, under the influence of marital bliss and pure,…
Read MoreRock Candy
I’m the sorta’ guy who buys new undershirts instead of doing laundry. I’m the sorta’ guy who still expects to pay $30 for a pair of 501 jeans (and who hasn’t graduated to Diesel). And I’m the sorta’ guy who, when he realizes he’s going to a wedding in the morning with a freshly-pressed suit…
Read MoreThe Good Guy
Chris steps towards the doors of the 1/9 at 50th Street and says, “Have a good trip.” And I say, deadly serious, “Where am I going again? Oh yeah, thanks.” We’ve just finished a matching set of beers and turkey burgers at Coffee Shop in Union Square. He invited me to a collegue’s film screening…
Read MoreThe Tower Of Learning
The sky is extraordinary tonight. I should be working on my memoir-in-progress, “33 1/3.” I should be working on my new song, “Big Rock Candy Mountain.” I should be paying bills, packing for my trip this weekend, or at least whittling down my Netflix queue. But I don’t have it tonight. I’m defeated. It’s barely…
Read MoreHeadlong
If I’d written you a Daily Journal entry yesterday, you’d have sent me flowers. Or called me a psychopharmacologist. First of all, I was underslept. It doesn’t sound much like work, but I stayed up well through and after the Oscar telecast directing the efforts of my west coast colleagues. I nodded off well after…
Read MoreHere Comes The Sun
February 25, 2005, was nothing short of miracuous. I woke well before my alarm at 6:35 from a series of dreams into which all of my life’s major players, excepting my parents, made prominent cameos. I saved them all: Erin from an ill-fated relationship, Sibby from an ill-fated lifestyle, and my brother from the clutches…
Read MoreMovies Of Myself
Um, hi. What the hell was I thinking? The way I reckon, I’ve spent exactly 30 of the last 60 nights sleeping in my own bed. In the last two weeks, I’ve been home exactly four nights. So WTF!?! Let’s throw a party! In my empty apartment! Making matters only slightly worse, I violated the…
Read MoreI’m With Stupid
Why’s the dude in the argyle laughing? Because you’re all invited over to his apartment! Ok. I was supposed to perform with Tony and Walker at Alphabet Lounge Friday night. Ends up the house band (as it were) is shooting a DVD. Which the sweetheart who books Alphabet Lounge (she is, really) found out yesterday.…
Read MoreA Shot In The Arm
I’m running. It’s 80 degrees on the Gulf Coast. The air is thick and sweet. The palm tree-lined boulevard is wide, hemmed in on the east and west with sleek, South Beach-style condominums. Every few feet, I pass a pair of senior citizens, some walking, some riding bicycles. I wave and smile. A few miles…
Read MoreThe Scientist
I woke this morning from a dream-soaked sleep. The alarm clock letters read 5:53. I had a distinct sense of unease, as if I wasn’t alone in the room. I lay there a minute in bed, unmoving, listening to the wind and the waves, then got up for a glass of water. I caught the…
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