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A guy I work with who’s also in a band — a band with an actual record deal — asked me how my music was going. What could I say? What do I have to show for ten years and thousands of dollars spent pursuing this dream? Not much. Not enough. The fact is, I’m…

The fog is back hanging over Manhattan as thunder storms roll in from across the Hudson… I just rode way down to 2d Street and Avenue B, where I dropped off a minidisc of new songs for cellist Julia Kent to learn for our May 17th Sidewalk performance. I also called drummer Clayton Pettis today,…

The city and I are locked in a dense, creeping fog. The sky is white. The buildings are gone, New Jersey is gone. It’s as if there is no world beyond my fire escape. It’s one of those days when you can’t see but maybe two, three feet in front of you. It conspires to…

As my friend Jamie is want to say, “Worlds change in the belly of an insect.”

I’m sitting in the Duane Reade pharmacy on 57th & Broadway, bathing in harsh florescent light. Behind me, a couple of computer technicians with Southern accents are making a racket replacing registers. Something’s beeping somewhere, non-stop. A child is crying; his father squeezed his head. An elderly Russian couple just walked pat clutching a half…

I was sleeping in fits and starts, tossing and turning. My cell phone rang at 3:15. It was my co-worker Rahman Dukes calling to tell me that TLC’s Lisa “Left Eye” Lopes was reported dead. My cell phone rang again. It was my co-worker Robert Mancini with the same news, confirmed by Arista. I logged…