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I’m going to tell you a secret… I don’t like to play guitar. Ok, lemme qualify that. I don’t like to play guitar at my shows. In a perfect world (one in which my entire iTunes catalogue comprises the iTunes Store’s Top 100 Albums for a year straight), my band would include both rhythm and…

I met the kid just a few days into a freshly installed 2004. I’d been working with his lovely girlfriend for some time. I’d heard she was dating an aspiring rock star. I wanted to meet him. So there I was in some dark, anonymous Lower East Side Bar, on a regular Friday night in…

I wish you could’ve seen the sunset just now. The day started crappy and gray, lugging thirteen dress shirts and a pair of linen pants (Memorial Day is moments away!) to the dry cleaners; jockeying for position on the 1/9 (I’ll always call it that, even if the 9 is long gone); sipping bad coffee…

Could be the allergies. Could be the dreams. Could be that the neighbors left the light on right over my bedroom window. Whatever. I’m not sleeping anymore. The first time I woke up tonight was, in retrospect, pretty painless. I stirred from some random dream, visited the little boys room, put my arm over my…

The guys are gone. The empties are lined up like dead soldiers. The instruments are tucked away. The cables are bundled and hung. I’m watching the sun set. Chris, Tony, and Ryan left a few minutes ago, and with them a kick drum, hi-hat, cymbals, upright bass, electric bass, and acoustic guitar — all of…

“Do you remember Allie Kershner?” Samantha asked. I looked skyward, struggling to remember. “Don’t worry,” she said. “You didn’t date her.” I met my friend Samantha in August of 1989 — the very first day of our freshman year at Syracuse University. Our dorm, Lehman Hall, was a ratty, seven-story walk up on the northern…