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I’m sitting in Econo Lodge room #219 somewhere west of Harrisburg, PA. It’s wicked late. And I’m completely thrashed. Which sucks, ‘cuz there’s so much I wanted to tell you… Like how just moments onto I-78, staring down the barrel of my second 1200+ mile road trip in as many weeks, I thought to myself,…

Note to self: when the apartment is strewn with two-week-old party wreckage, half-unpacked luggage, guitar cases and cables, do not shake another vodka martini. Even if it’s infused over blueberries. The upside is, the inevitable hangover woke me up early; early enough to clean up this mess — the dirty clothes and dishes, the mailers,…

I watched the sun rise over the city this morning, casting golden light on the jagged, mirrored skyline. On my iPod, Rufus Wainright was singing that “Everything really does happen in Manhattan.” As the city and I awoke, it never felt more true. And I never felt more at home. The 72-hour break between the…

Ten minutes after dropping my bags in my Hell’s Kitchen home, cold Saporo in hand, I collapsed on the hardwood floor, exhausted. I am home from my mom’s in suburban Philadelphia. I am home for 72 hours before hitting the road again. Last night’s Livingroom Tour stop was extra-special. My mom accompanied on piano me…

You, dear reader, will recall that I grew up in suburban Philadelphia (the Iowa mythology not withstanding). Valley Forge National Park is just down the hill. As a teenager, it was just a place to get stoned and make out. Now it is refuge from all that is loud, fast, and shallow. I’ve just returned…

When I was a kid, we used to have this burlap cornucopia banner that came out for Thanksgiving. We would make whatever it was we were thankful for out of felt, construction paper, paste and stuff, and pin it to the banner. Since the internet is the new burlap, I thought I’d do here… I…