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“I’m a rock star. I’m not supposed to do dishes!” These are strange, strenuous, and superlative days. One minute finds me coordinating a roomful of musicians, the next. I’m marvelling at the stupendous dicing abilities of a new pairing knife. ‘Man, that’s the best knife ever!’ I think. One minute finds me tossing back pints…

Band Aid’s “Do They Know It’s Christmas” was the right song at the right time. I was a newly-minted teenager when Bob Geldof and Ultravox’s Midge Ure rounded up Paul Young, Phil Collins, Sting, Bono et all to record the first-and-definitive benefit single on behalf of African famine relief. MTV was a nascent entity then…

Just after midnight. Back of a cab. Houston & West Broadway. Years and years ago I walked this same cross street with an ex. I remember it well. It was deep winter. The sky was grey like concrete. It was bitter cold. See your breath, break your bones, bitter cold. I don’t think was the…

Thank goodness for my Blackberry. Lately, I’m wedging wedding, documentary, and rock show planning into every square inch of my day.  Much as I hate to be that guy, I’m rockin’ my Blackberry Curve in elevators, cabs, and even one-handed on the street. Heck, I’m blogging from it in my boxers now (Abbi’s on the…

With the possible exception of “strong language” and “excessive flatulence,” I’m pretty sure the MPAA would have bestowed a lowly PG-13 rating upon my bachelor party (dubbed “Benjamin’s Breckenridge Weekend” on the custom beer coozies my father brought) at worst. Not that we caught the four day adventure on film (though there is some photographic…