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I gave Ethan his first guitar when he was just six-months-old. It was a bright red wooden thing; a bit more than a toy, but less than a real acoustic guitar. A bit overzealous? Perhaps. And that says nothing of the bongos, the piano, or the maracas I gave him — all before his first…

Sometimes songs come easily. I woke up from an afternoon nap around two o’clock (late night at Alphabet Lounge) with a dog eared copy of Ben Fong Torres’ Gram Parson biography, “Hickory Wind,” at my side, and heard a melody with the line “If you’re goin’ back to L.A., tell my father I said hello”…

A coupla’ months ago, when Chris emailed me and asked if I wanted to play a show, I was all, like, “Sure!” I figured he and I would hook up with Tony and Ryan and do our thing: his songs, my songs, Buckeye — whatever. Then we found out that Vaughnathon was double-booked. And I…

There are four kinds of ice cream in the fridge: Breyer’s All Natural Vanilla, Breyer’s Slow Churned Fat-Free Vanilla, Ben & Jerry’s Mint Chocolate Cookie, and Sharon’s Coconut Sorbet. Ok, so one’s sorbet, but still: I would never have had four kinds of ice cream in the fridge as a bachelor. Four! We’re watching Kathy…

Moments after this joyful photograph was taken, we learned the news that the nation’s most beloved heiress had turned herself over to authorities. I began the day reading The New York Times, then crafted a new script for the second “Mister Rogers & Me” trailer. Deep and simple. I am currently wrapping up MTV News’…

I can’t tell you what joy it brings me to see my colleagues’ mugs online. And not just because they’re good looking. I’ve been ballyhooing the blog as a means of granting audiences access to newsrooms to no avail for years. Still, even as corporate news correspondants — from Brian Williams to Katie Couric to…