Posts by Benjamin
Superbad
Chris and Meg invited us to a Superbowl party at The Irish Rogue. I don’t know much about football, but I sure like wings. Here are my notes from the most raucous affair. 6:15- Jordan Sparks. Fine singer. I like her well enough. Even if she’s lip synching. But the whole cut to the troops…
Read MoreThe Answer Comes With Waiting
I just jammed myself, my guitar, tuner, mic, laptop, MBox, headphones, and patch cords into a closet along with 172 suits, sport coats, dresses, dress shirts, sweaters and shoes, and — after an hour of trying to shape a few song ideas into songs — tumbled out to the crash of a tamborine. Frustrating. My…
Read MoreThe Invention Of Everything Else
Inspiration is a funny thing; it comes from unusual sources at unusual times. Tuesday morning was cold and clear. I cued up the “On The Media” podcast on the way to the office. The show featured author Samantha Hunt whose biography of Nicola Tesla, “The Invention of Everything Else,” just hit shelves. ‘The Invention of…
Read MoreSending Out An S.O.S, Part II
Remember that post a few days ago about that You Tube video that used my cover “Message In A Bottle” for its soundtrack? Well, I’ve heard from its creator, Sandra (aka Exoticat). Here’s the story: “I was searching for music for a film short around the idea of a message in a bottle and love…
Read MoreFAQ
You may have noticed that I relaunched this site a few days ago. And you may have wondered why. Or you may have come upon this site inadvertently, and wondered why you should give a damn about any of it. Here, then, is a brief FAQ to that end. Q: Who the hell are you?…
Read MoreSending Out An S.O.S.
The Interweb is such a strange and wonderful thing. I have three Google News Alerts: Bono, Mister Rogers, and myself. I suppose the company in which I keep myself says something, but that’s not my point here. “Bono” Google News Alerts tend to return two types of information: articles on my much admired musical, philosophical…
Read More‘Cuz When The Feeling’s Right
I ran a half marathon yesterday. Abbigail, wisely, sat it out. Chris and I had returned from our whirlwind trip to Nantucket just twelve-hours prior when we met at the start of the Manhattan Half Marathon behind the Metropolitan Museum of Art. He, Jen and I were quickly seperated in the 5000+ runner start, so…
Read MoreGiven To Fly
There are three major flight paths outside my window: Newark, LaGuardia, and JFK. With the frequent buzz of tourist helicopters and Hudson River air traffic, the skies above me are constantly crowded with jet engines, propellers, and blinking red lights. It’s an apt metaphor for New York City, really. Or, for that matter, my brain.…
Read MoreNantucket, Massachusetts (Winter 2008)
Quietly Pass Me By
I walked out of the office with a few colleagues tonight. “If I don’t leave with you guys, I’ll be stuck here another hour.” Downstairs, Times Square was bustling with scarves, hats and parkas. We walked a few blocks together, pausing to say goodnight at every intersection. “Where are you going, anyway?” “Psychopharmacologist,” I replied.…
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