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It may not be the best name for a tour ever, but it’s what we came up with, and we’re sticking with it. The Broken Hearts Acoustic Revue. What were we thinking, right? Well, I’ll tell you. We need to call the tour something other than “Four Dudes In A Van” or “Trust Us: It…

Three hours past midnight, the lights finally went out. Eleven six packs, seven bottles of wine, a fifth of vodka, eighty bucks of crudites, and a river of yellow wax down my spiral staircase later, summer was gone, and another year was celebrated. If a man’s worth is measured in his friendships, then I am…

Just in from a few miles in Central Park… The humidity has finally lifted. The air has been crisp and cool all week. Most morning, I’ve flung the doors wide on my deck — damn the AC. I’ve been getting a little New Age out there, starting each morning with a few sets of Masters…

In a town this small, I should’ve known better than to think The New York Times had found me on its own. You’ll recall that The Times called the other day to interview me about fledgling artists using cover songs to goose their iTunes awareness. I was leary (a) I don’t want publishing companies to…

I step out of the cottage into the sand. The sky grows light in the east. I can still make out the pale white halo of the Milky Way overhead. Orion has yet to dip below the horizon. The air is cool. A breeze blows out of the west. It is cool and dry. It…

Today, some seventeen hours into my thirty-fourth year, I have had my share of firsts. This morning, I was interviewed by the New York Times. This afternoon, I learned to surf. This evening, I found 100% contentment. Three firsts, three decades in. The Times called about iTunes. The reporter’s thesis is that artists are covering…