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Here’s what the rock star does moments before the tour: pays bills. How un-rocknroll. Oh well. There’s room on the cards, and that’s what I need. I’m supposed to pick up my rental car in four minutes, grab my brother, and head south to Philadelphia. I’m on in 8 hours, and would like to squeeze…

It’s 1:28 a.m. I’m running on three hours of sleep (on an airplane), a turkey sanwhich and four Vitamin Waters (in the following order of consumption): Energy, Stress-B, Focus and Balance. I’ve been home from the Mercury Lounge show for about an hour. So I’m all about the balance. And, any minute now, all about…

I sat on the beach in Santa Monica last night and watched the sun fall into the Pacific. And hour later, I was on a plane to Las Vegas where I laid over a while, then caught the midnight red eye back to New York. We landed at JFK at 7 a.m., and I was…

I dreamt last night that I was flying in a military-style silver propeller-powered airplane. I was up front with the pilot. We were flying low, between mountains and over a harbor filled with sailboats. The pilot said to me, “Most of the guys are afraid to fly up front because when the enemy attacks, he…

Everything in it’s right place. I picked up the “Summer’s Gone” CD singles on my way home from work today. They look gorgeous. I love how the purple in the waves picks up on the purple in the sky on the “Crash Site” LP — they’re connected. I love how the plane that is missing…

“I was out on the radio just starting to change / Somewhere out in America it’s starting to rain.” I took the E to Spring Street as the sun fell to the West. Bone tired. I ducked into 121 Varick where the doorman held a 45 pound box of 5000 “Summer’s Gone” postcards. I dragged…