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Tonight I’m doubly nervous. I carbo-loaded, hydrated, and filled to the gills with soy protein shake. In 12 hours, I’ll be in the middle of a one mile swim in the Hudson River, staring down the barrel at a 25 mile ride followed by a 10k run. Per usual, I feel unprepared. I notice every…

Sigh… At home, Friday night, resting up for Sunday’s tri, listening to the Innocence Mission, kinda’ melancholy (pretty rocknroll, huh?). I miss my guitar. I need it. Crave it. It’s like I’ve lost my voice, my ability to dream, or my ability to understand dreams. That’s what songs are, after all: lucid dreams. When the…

I’m watching “Vanilla Sky,” another piece of Cameron Crowe brilliance. Tom Cruise is about to get in his big car crash. Life’s so great right now, so full, so busy, so complete — the work, the record, the travel, the tour, the relationships — I hope I’m not headed for my own big crash. Last…

After the world’s longest and busiest day (I’m planning and prepping for MTV News’ Video Music Awards coverage and 9/11 Remembrance concurrently), I met my buddy Jon Rosenblatt for a bike ride. The sun had fallen into New Jersey by the time we hit the path along the river. The George Washington Bridge was glistening…

Aaaaaaaaaaah, the inevitable let down. Not really, not completely, there’s just a ton going on. The record, the tour, mailers, running, work, work, work — oh yeah, don’t forget to eat! Life… you know. And all guitarless. Like an alcoholic without booze. Or a confessor without a priest. Fortunately, I have Beth Orton to keep…

Plane touched down at midnight. Was in Hell’s Kitchen by 1, asleep by 2. Snoozed and snoozed and snoozed the clock radio — NPR couldn’t stir me from my time zone-less sleep. I finally woke an hour shy of our morning news meeting, and raced in, pausing en route only long enough to buy a…