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“Listen,” I said, “you’re an exotic dancer, and I’m a guy whose hero is Mister Rogers. That ought to suggest to you that this isn’t gonna’ end up like it usually does.” I’ve blundered into some unusual experiences in my life, but this one took the cake. In the end, I would have been better…

I woke the same as any other day except a voice was in my head. The Las Vegas Strip might be one of the sketchier spots on Earth at six in the morning. I’ve run it all week long, each day driving me one step closer to despair. This morning led me past Hollywood, Cairo,…

The last twenty-four hours have been a study in contrasts. Tuesday night, I woke to the sound of crickets, wind, and waves. This morning, I woke to the sound of air horns, sirens, and traffic. Wednesday morning, I jogged past modest, gray clapboard houses on a sparkling Madaket Bay. This morning, I jogged past multi-million…

I was touching the spirit world well prior to slipping beneath the covers last night. Likewise, I expect, tonight. Wednesday’s Late Night at Rockwood Music Hall left me reeling well into Thursday (as, I suspect, it did Casey and Chris — though they had Thursday off). In fact, I opened my team’s annual MTV Video…

In just a few short months, Late Night at Rockwood Music Hall has become something of a phenomenon. In a city full of recalcitrant talent bookers and apathetic sound men, Ken Rockwood’s Lower East Side venue has been the most artist-friendly venue since opening in 2005. The stage occupies nearly one fourth of this intimate,…

Our friend Torrie’s father passed away last week. You probably know Torrie from her oddly-named blog (odd because I find her delightful and not hateful at all), I Pretty Much Hate Everything. I wrote about running into her on the street a few summers ago. I chalked it up tothe excellent connective skills of the…