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In college we believed that if we made a good record, people would find it. The music industry would come knockin’. Smokey Junglefrog met its first producer at a campus coffeehouse. As we broke down our equipment from another raucous set of Pixies, REM, and Alarm covers, a short, black-haired guy in red flannel approached.…

My iPod crapped out on me this morning just a few steps past Starbucks. I realized just how valuable my headphones are when I was immediately assaulted by The Voice. I ran into my neighbor on the 79th Street subway platform. She said, “I think I’m going to interview The Shout Out Louds for a…

My father called my brother who called my neighbor who knocked on my door. “You ok?” I’m ok. But I’m hiding in plain sight. The last few Daily Journal entries kinda’ signal that. I’m not saying much. I’m not being dishonest, but I’m certainly not being vulnerable. I made it out this weekend — I…

The following questions are ripped from the pages of New York Magazine. The answers are mine. In the new season of The Apprentice, the two teams are divided into “street smart” versus “book smart.” What sort of books left an impression on you? I remember swallowing tons of ocean water when I was a little…

The year is 1989. I am seventeen-years-old. I am the front man of my first band, Neoteric Youth. I am performing for all of Conestoga High School. I am wearing a pink REM t-shirt, off-white Dockers, purple Converse All-Stars, a Mickey Mouse wrist watch, and tortoise shell I Ski sunglasses. I am stoned. The event…

I had plans with an ex last night — The Ex — but she cancelled. She — let’s call her Anna — and I dated for three years in college. In a lot of ways, ours was the last relationship I got right. It’s been ten years. Anna and I met at my first performance…