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From 37,000 feet, American Airlines #164 is closing in on Newark Airport, and I’m closing in on home. I’m eating Red Vines, L.A.’s finest export, and thinking through the week… My time in California was, as always, transformative. I like to think of it as a view of things to come, as a volley across…

The beach was wide this morning, waves rolling slowly across the cool, flat sand. The marine layer was thick and low, but the sun fought its way through, throwing beams of warm morning light through the mist… Now, the weekend is dawning on Southern California. It’s all blues and greens and golden hour light. And…

I’ve been writing this song all week. Every morning when I run, every moment I have to myself, I hear this chorus in my head. It strikes me a “Summer’s Gone” part two. That is, it has a similar temperment: open, bright, uptempo, but tinged with loss and some strange sense of impending apocalypse. The…

36 hours in L.A., and I’m ready to quit working forever. I’ve been putting in long days that start with conference calls at 6:30, require meeting and greetings lots of new people, generally acting vaguely authoratative, working amidst the dull buzz of air conditioning, and… well, you get the idea. But it’s not the long…

I’m about two hours away from LAX still, somewhere around 36,000 feet. I’m thinking we’re somewhere over Arkansas. It barren and dusty below, save for these huge green irrigation circles. After passing through some towering, billowing, pure-white thundercloads, we’ve settled into quieter skies. The interior of the plane, however, is not so quiet, as a…

I interviewed Aimee Mann yesterday. She and her husband Michael Penn are my songwriting heroes, so it was a thrill. Of course, I like to think that we connected over my insightful questions, but I was probably just another press outlet. Her new CD, “Lost In Space”, is another terribly accomplished piece of work, equally…