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The schedule of an aspiring rock star: 8am: Woke up, drank coffee, played guitar. 9pm: Walked to work. 10pm: Meeting. 11pm: Meeting. 12pm: Ate sandwich at desk. Called Club Iota (D.C.), left message. Wrote, printed, sent two letters to two A&R types. Emailed a management firm. 1-6pm: MTVNews.com-type work was punctuated by Photoshopping and printing…

Six months ago this morning, the sky was crisp blue, freshly scrubbed from an overnight thunderstorm. As I dried myself from a shower, I heard the first report on WNYC-AM: a plane had hit the World Trade Center. It was an eyewitness account from a janitor at the radio station who had seen the entire…

Just in from rehearsal — exhausted. But psyched and confident for tomorrow. One rehearsal, and the band is back in fine form. The new one, “Golden Wings,” has gone from just a few chords on my acoustic to a fairly epic number. We’re opening with it, so get there on time. Paul’s playing an arpegiated…

I ran the Brooklyn Half Marathon yesterday morning in 1:51:17 after three weeks on my ass. Everything hurts today. But it was a beautiful morning in Brooklyn, and a great run. The race started on the Coney Island boardwalk as the sun was breaking through a heavy fog, then turned onto Ocean Parkway and into…

Some days it doesn’t bother me I’m not Bono. Other days, it does. Today, it did. So I went into overdrive. I called an A&R guy I know Palm Pictures (Chris Blackwell’s new label) and the booker at Club Iota in D.C. (again); I FedExed CDs to Lost Highway (home of Ryan Adams and, most…

I’m listening to my newish song “Never Be (The Same),” a live recording, and man, do you mind me saying? That shit rocks! It just became the first single for the new CD. Now, mind you, I’m drunk. (Who else do you know gets tanked and updates their website?) I just got in from dinner…