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New York City, Cynical Capital of the World

So, Saturday’s show, in retrospect… Well, it was a huge success, all things considered. We had never rehearsed or performed a full acoustic set, let alone without a drummer, let alone with an upright bass. Tony and Paul sat on stools, but I stood to keep my energy level up. I scribbled a smiley face…
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Sore All Over

I’m not sure I can do another weekend like this anytime soon. What, with parental units visiting from the Midwest, a half-marathon, a rock show — damn, I’m sore all over. Still, I wouldn’t have it any other way. That is, I keep sayin’, and I believe it, that life is short; I can rest…
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:46 ‘Til 1:51:12 Later

I should be showering and getting dressed for tonight’s big show, but my dedication to you, fair reader, is such that here I am, just an hour and 46 minutes from show time, logging an entry… Thing is, it’s already been a loooong day. Woke to my brother’s call at 6:38 am. They were one…
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I Fired The Drummer

The band for Saturday’s show just got a little leaner; I fired the drummer. Last night’s rehearsal was completely un-fun, just inches from a train wreck the entire time because the new guy was still unprepared. Really nice guy, but unprepared. It was truly painful. I was all set to wing it Saturday anyway, and…
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Top Down, Summer Sorta’ Record

Sheryl Crow came to work today. She played the cafeteria, I shit you not. It was like a high school assembly. But with Sheryl Crow. Ok, so my day job has occasional perks. John Norris was doing some pre-show Q&A and characterized her new album, “C’mon, C’mon,” as a “top down summer sorta’ record.” And…
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NAB

The National Association of Broadcasters convention is like a boat show for tv nerds. The ratio of men to women is 10 to 1. The standard uniform is a golf shirt with a company logo on the chest. Guys are walking around with free Adobe tote bags stuffed with pens, pamphlets and paraphenelia. People are…
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