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Sometimes a single moment can summarize a entire day. Stepping out for lunch this afternoon, I was slammed in the face by a bone-rattling blast of Arctic air. Times Square was choked with tourists, all racing face-down and oblivious towards their no doubt warmer destination. The Christmas tree in the lobby has been dismatled. The…

I had a crib sheet of song titles and IDs saved on my Blackberry well before the first guests arrived. Our pals Chris and Meg Abad put together New Year’s Eve festivities at iBop, a BYOB karaoke joint just off Herald Square. We helped them lug about eighty-seven pounds of chips, dip and booze through…

It’s not like she didn’t warn me. I collapsed fully-clothed into bed at 8:30. “You sure you wanna go to bed?” Abbi asked. “You haven’t been sleeping well.” Sure enough, it’s nearly three o’clock on a Thursday morning, I’m wide awake, and have been for two hours. Truth is that I’ve been sleeping just fine.…

Kids pride themselves on what adults in the music business call “discovery.” Discovery, of course, is just corporate speak for being the first kid in your high school to listen to Siouxsie & The Banshees, or The Cure, or REM. Or at least thinking you’re the first. When I was in high school, this was…

My second blog post ever, written on November 21, 2000, began thusly: “Just ate an entire Entenmann’s Sweet Potato Pie. Happy Thanksgiving!” In fact, that post was part of what I called my “Studio Journal” during the making of my 2001 CD, “Crash Site.” I didn’t begin the Daily Journal in earnest until February 7,…

What a beautiful way to start a strange day. It began at the Dolby screening room on the corner of 55th Street and Sixth Avenue (there behind the big LOVE statue) where 3ality Digital, National Geographic Films and Murphy PR were screening “U23D.” The 90-minute concert film (which dispenses with the behind-the-scenes and verite elements…