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I saw Santa crossing Eighth Avenue yesterday afternoon. Then again on 23d & Park last night. That dude is everywhere. I spent last night in the fine company of Kevin Anthony recording my annual Christmas single: “Christmas (Baby Please Come Home).” We had a ball throwing back the ‘nog and working out harmonies. And while…

It took me just under three hours this morning to tire of New York at Christmas: the music, the tourists, the traffic, the lines. Still, I spent the past 24 hours exactly as I’d dreamed of all those hours in the Rent-a-Taurus: movies and sleep. Plus I got a cool pair of $20 sneakers. I…

I choked down a teaspoon of Promethazine, one Miraphen, two Advil, and a One-A-Day For Men, washed it all down with a Gray Goose, tonic and lime, then raced out the door, down the steps, and onto the street. My breath slipped over my shoulder, behind me, and up into the night. It was the…

In my fever-dreams, I keep returning to her: Bethesda, the Angel of the Waters. She is one of my first memories of New York. I was about 13-years-old. It was a perfect fall day: half-sun, changing leaves. I was walking through Central Park with friends, wide-eyed that such beauty could exist in the middle of…

It was inevitable: I’m sick. I have a bone-rattling cough, fever-dream night-sweats, the sorest of throats, and lungs that feel as though they’ve been scraped with a rusty fork. Some may say I deserve it for all the good fortune of late. I say: please kill me. This illness — bronchitis, my doctor tells me…

I walked home from 34th Street last night. It was nearing midnight. Cabs were all occupied. It was clear and cold. A frigid wind was gusting out of the north. The moon was waning. And the New York City skyline was shimmering. It’s so great to be back in the world, to be out the…