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I can almost see it in the half-light of the crescent moon: my garden. It’s not much, really: some ivy, a spider plant, some marigolds. But I planted them myself. I buried my hands in the cool, wet soil. I watered them. And I will watch them grow. Saturday began way too early. My alarm…

The back booth at Hi Life was dark. The bar was crowded and frenetic. I was tired, but wound like a top. I was talking a lot, but not saying anything. We were discussing plans for our new records (The Nadas “Listen Through The Static” is due in September, my as-of-yet untitled CD is due…

Any Tuesday night that begins with Brooklyn Lager and Excedrin is bound for ruin. And yet, somehow, I found some sort of small triumph in the end. The world famous Nadas were in town. (In fact, I can hear them snoring downstairs as I type.) If you don’t know them, you should. They’re a terrifc…

Sweet Jiminy Cricket on a popsicle stick, it’s good to be back in New York City. I was asleep before the plane left the terminal, and I slept clear through landing. What a blessing. And what a blur. One minute I’m sneaking around the Paramount back lot, the next I’m downing a beer at the…

Who’d have guessed a couple a also-rans from Berwyn, PA, would run into each other on the Paramount back lot in Hollywood, CA, some twenty years on. I was trying to catch up with my buddy James all week, but late nights at work and poor planning on both of our parts sabotaged our efforts.…

I’m standing on the balcony in the VIP area of the MTV/X-Box party at The Avalon on Hollywood and Vine when Ling Bai slithers up next to me. Without Corey whispering in my ear, I’d have no idea who she is. She’s wearing a itty-bitty dress, a blonde Shirley Temple wig, fake eyelashes, and glitter…