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Well, kind of. It’s been three years since I last walked the Grammy red carpet. Of course, truth is that I walked the carpet (which was Heineken green, as I recall) well in advance of the actual celebrities. The rest of the night, I was working across the street in a corrugated aluminum trailer. We…

The trick to growing up, I think, is retaining enthusiasm. I’m not talking about relinquishing one’s critical faculties, I’m talking about retaining an appreciation of all things. We live in a soundbite-fueled, 24-hour, wide-screen, Technicolor Gotcha! Culture. Mean girls, hipsters, red carpet takedowns, partisan bickering, magazine snarking — it all adds up to something awful.…

I’m a knucklehead. I flew to Los Angeles Monday morning for a series of movie studio meetings. No, I’m not going to be in a major motion picture, or contribute a song to a soundtrack. And no, I haven’t found financial backing for “Mister Rogers & Me.” Nah, it’s a work thing. As in, The…

Every morning, I walk to work swaddled in headphones. At worst, headphones protect me from the bombast of New York City: horns, sirens, jets and helicopters. At best, though, they deliver me effortlessly to my corporate doorstep. On Friday, those headphones were blaring Bruce Springsteen’s latest title track, “Working On A Dream.” I’m not quite…

Well, that didn’t take long. Or did it? Two weeks ago, my brother handed off a hard drive loaded with “Mister Rogers & Me” footage, and taught me how Avid Editing 101. After a fifteen-day period that included ten of travel (and one marathon), I sat down in front of the computer to get started.…

The second Corona is better than the first, even if it is from a can; it’s colder, sweeter, and flush with lime. The Florida sun is playing hide-and-seek with the billowing cumulonimbus clouds. When it breaks through, the air grows hot and thick like steam. I watch the great, white clouds race across the piercing…