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I have part IV of the Ric Burns’ ‘New York’ documentary series paused in my DVD player, so forgive me my brevity. Thing is, I’ve been staring at a monitor for, like, 12 hours or more, and I’m pretty tired of typing. But there’s lotsa’ fun and funny and interesting stuff goin’ on here in…

It’s ten o’clock. I’m sitting here in boxers. My eyeballs ache from contact lenses. I haven’t eaten dinner yet, and I’m considering skipping it alltogether. It’s raining out. Queens of the Stone Age are wailing in melodic dischord on iTunes (aka WBEN), “It’s just another love song.” Indeed. I just came in from the livingroom…

I saw the most beautiful sight in the final steps of my walk home from the Upper West Side tonight. A lavender helium baloon was floating just off the sidewalk, dipping and swaying in the stormy summer air. Like so many moments tonight — the smiling dog walker, the swaying couple, the backlit Lincoln Center…

It was Parent’s Weekend here in the Big Apple, as both sets were in town. So I was basically riding Hells Kitchen / Upper West shuttle Saturday and Sunday, eating, drinking, and staring at the baby — which is a damn fine expenditure of one’s time, I might add. The best part of baby watching…

I finally made it to ‘Northfork’ last night, the thoroughly-sweet, patiently-spun, and beautifully-rendered third film from 25-year-old auteurs Mark and Michael Polish. If you’re someone who, say, believes there are angels in the atmosphere (I do), and right here with us on Earth (I do), and that the death of the American West is both…

I’m listening to a rough mix of ‘California’ from Sunday afternoon’s recording session and am psyched to report that the rollercoaster is in the ‘Up’ position: it rocks! All that matters on these rough mixes is the bass and drums, and they’re spot on. I’ve yet to add 12-string and electric guitars, a solo, tamborine,…