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I passed a Nike poster hyping the NYC Marathon tonight and wondered, ‘How am I going to finish?’ I stared at the studio calendar and wondered, ‘How are we going to finish?’ But that’s just because I’m shredded at the moment, here in the desk lamp half-light, now, at 12:18 on a school night. I…

I needed a shot in the arm. I got Michael Stipe. And I feel fine. I got a phone call around four o’clock. “If you’re fanatical enough to see REM two nights in a row, I just came across a pair of tickets for tonight.” Ends up, I am fanatical enough. So I hitched a…

I was out the door at 6:45 this morning. It was 42 degrees. I watched the sun rise over Sheep’s Meadow waiting for my running partner. The sky was clear. Everything was still. She overslept, so I ran alone. And while it was a bit of a chore, I felt so much better for the…

Most mornings, I walk east on 47th Street. The sun rarely fails to greet me there, squinting through the trees. And though it fades away earlier now, for that moment, all is right with the world, even if it isn’t.

Ok, Why I have a non-sexual crush on cellist Julia Kent, and why I’m wearing a knight’s helmut (click click), in 100 words or less… She comes in, expecting to play on ‘California,’ ‘New York,’ ‘Shiver,’ and ‘Hollywood Arms.’ She nails three parts — melody, harmony, plus solo — on ‘Shiver,’ elevating melencholy to melen-muthafuckin’-choly.…

It’s late. I’m bleary-eyed and squinting from another late night in Kevin’s studio (there in the shadow of the Empire State Building). This time, we had a video camera tracking our progress. What was our progress, you ask? Well, the record is done. Or, more succinctly, ‘Almost Home’ is almost done. Jonathan Goldner was on…