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I was an inch from the Clive Davis last night, but I didn’t make a move. I just shuffled by him, humbled and silent. Mr. Davis — legendary Svengali to Bette Midler, Whitney Houston, and Alicia Keys, to name a few — was at Fez to celebrate his new singer, Llamya. Freshly signed to J…

I have a turkey burger deluxe getting cold in the other room, and Francis Ford Copolla’s The Conversation paused on the DVD player, so I’ll be brief… I visited Kevin Anthony’s Control One Studios on 23d Street after work today. He and I sat a while listening to “Summer’s Gone,” discussing a remix, and listening…

<i>Ed Note: What follows is a short story I wrote for Tobias Wolff’s creative writing workshop my senior year at Syracuse University that is based on my memories of growing up near Chicago, IL.</i> That Winter’s Planets I bought a mobile of the planets on a field trip to the planetarium that winter. I had…

The season’s first thunderstorm swept through Manhattan last night, churning up an orangish-brown sky, and unleashing waves of rain and wind on the city’s scurrying inhabitants. I sat in my window sill and watched it blow in from New Jersey, then rush away through midtown. It was beautiful. I awoke at 7:36 to the phone…

I’m back on the vicodin. I had another tooth pulled this afternoon, my third in three months. It was a bottom right molar: another baby tooth, another without a replacement waiting in the wings, another gift of genetics. It’s one more chapter in a long and painful dental record: extractions in grammar school, retainers in…

I’m watching MTV “Cribs” out of the corner of my eye this afternoon at work, and I see Blink-182’s drummer showing off a sick, amazing pad, and, like, a dozen cars in his driveway. I’m like, “Where did he get all that coin? Do Mark and Tom share publishing credit? Have they sold that many…