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New York is not measured in minutes. Seconds, too, are too large an increment to mark the time space continuum here. Nay, it is the nanosecond, the inch, that marks the difference between life, death, joy, and pain. This occurred to me as I stepped across 51st and Ninth tonight, just one footfall away from…

In the bonus materials of The Criterion Edition of Douglas Sirk’s “All That Heaven Allows,” the director speaks to the etymology of melodrama: melody plus drama. These elements, what Leanord Cohen calls “the minor fall and major lift,” are fundamental to all great songs. Take my all-time favorite, REM’s “So. Central Rain.” First, the hook:…

It was pouring rain. I was wearing the same sportcoat, dress shirt, shoes and socks I’d been in since Saturday. My laptop weighed a hundred pounds. My guitar case felt like it had a dead body inside. And my legs were finally aching from Saturday’s half marathon. I was cold, wet, and tired as I…

Raindrops on water. Remember what that sounds like? Like fifth grade summer camp. Remember? Well, that’s what I was just diggin’ on the dock here at Rob & Claudine’s in Chelmsford, MA: pure relaxation. I’ve been up here for less than 24 hours, and I’ve slept at least 18. This morning, I woke up at…

You gotta’ love this town. It’s a quarter of ten on a weeknight, and the New York City Department of Transportation has, in its infinite wisdom, decided that it’s the perfect time to dispatch a fleet of bulldozers to rip up 56th Street. So it’s a little loud outside. And being that it’s all of…

Because watching yet another white guy strum his acoustic guitar is pretty much played out, I’ve got a really cool show planned for Thursday, May 20th. Do mark your calendar. I’ve rented a performance space at the very hip, very new age, exposed brick and hardwood floored holistic space at The Open Center on Spring…