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In just a few short months, Late Night at Rockwood Music Hall has become something of a phenomenon. In a city full of recalcitrant talent bookers and apathetic sound men, Ken Rockwood’s Lower East Side venue has been the most artist-friendly venue since opening in 2005. The stage occupies nearly one fourth of this intimate,…

Our friend Torrie’s father passed away last week. You probably know Torrie from her oddly-named blog (odd because I find her delightful and not hateful at all), I Pretty Much Hate Everything. I wrote about running into her on the street a few summers ago. I chalked it up tothe excellent connective skills of the…

It’s 6:10 in the morning. I realize that’s not so early for alot of people, but I’ve been awake for two hours. Any second now, Abbi’s alarm’s gonna sound, she’s gonna pop out of bed, and we’re going to go running. Not psyched for that. So I woke up to pee at 4 a.m. My…

That’s me about three minutes after running fifteen miles in 96% humidity. Abbigail was in San Diego with “the girls” this weekend, leaving me free reign over the apartment, and the city. Still, fifteen miles, four hours in the studio, three random bars, two movies, two rock shows, one comedy show, and one blog entry…

To characterize 826NYC’s Revenge Of The Bookeaters benefit at New York City’s Beacon Theater Sunday night as “understated” would be, well, an understatement. Of course, any evening hosted by the nearly catatonic (though culturally prescient, completely unflappable, and totally hilarious) Demetri Martin is bound to be low-key.  Whether riffing on break dancing, goatees, or engagement…

He won’t be thrilled that I’m telling this story, but it illustrates a point. So here goes. My brother hit puberty right around the time my parents announced to us that they were divorcing. It was October 1981. We were living in Chicago, IL. My mother, brother and I moved to suburban Philadelphia in August.…