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Seems kind of perfect that a band that calls itself Sundown would return triumphantly from its cross-country “Rockwood To The Roxy” tour just a few minutes after, well, sundown on the longest, sunniest day of the year, right? Sure, a thunderstorm raged outside just before the acoustic trio began its standing-room-only Rockwood Music Hall performance…

I was absolutely clueless after college. Other than recording “Always Almost There” with Steve Feldman (see below), and spending as much time as possible with my then-girlfriend, I didn’t know where to go or what to do. I temped for exactly two days that summer. The first job was cleaning up an out-of-wack filing system…

Steve Feldman and I met in Syracuse, New York, right around the time when my band, Smokey Junglefrog, was nominated for an inaugural Syracuse Area Music Award. We lost. But Steve won Producer of the Year. Smokey and Steve recorded to albums together, “Au Gratin” and “She’s My Niece” (don’t look for ’em, they’re long…

Driving to Elizabeth this morning, I was reminded of two classic film scenes. Abbigail and I moved into our new apartment together nearly three months ago. Still, our dining room table lacks chairs. Our books are stacked on shoddy, foldable shelves. And our twenty inch television rests on a metallic microwave stand from Lechters. And…

There’s a modest little bar on 82d and Amsterdam called The Dead Poet. Even before I moved to the Upper West Side in 2004 and began to consider it my neighborhood hang, I was a fan of the place. I found it online some years ago searching for a location to celebrate my brother Christofer’s…

I managed to sneak out of the office just after seven o’clock last night. 46th Street was teeming with tourists awash in smoke from a dozen gyro grills on account of the Taste of Times Square festival. I took to Eighth Avenue, skirted a cab, dodged a bus, and headed west. I was listening to…