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Ken, who owns and runs sound at Rockwood Music Hall, recorded our entire performance last night. I was thinking about releasing it as an iTunes-only EP, but I’m kinda’ on the fence. The performances are pretty good, and the recording’s pretty good too. But somehow, neither seem good enough. That said, drummer Ryan Vaughn, who…

I realize this is one of the most over-exposed pop songs in recent history, but I think there’s good reason for it. It’s all about the letter “A.” When Noel Gallagher rocks “Wonderwall,” the E in “maybe” is more of an A. All the better to rhyme with “save,” and — for that matter “me”…

In nearly fifteen years of living in New York City, I’ve never seen anything like it. I swiped my Metrocard, passed through the turnstile, waved off Robert (“We’ll do a creative in the morning,” he said in jest), and turned for the Broadway line. I wasn’t halfway down the stairs when the traffic jam started.…

I’m sitting on the kitchen floor, closets and cupboards thrown wide, sorting through old notebooks, folders, postcards, CDs, tapes, and photographs. “Whatcha’ doin’?” Abbi calls and asks. “Deleting ex girlfriends,” I reply (only half in jest). I am thinning some two-thousand photos spanning the better part of a decade — My Twenties — down to…

Ed. note: I scribbled the following on Ritz Carlton stationary as Abbi and waited out our six hour delay in the Montego Bay airport. Somehow, when I was re-telling the tale of our engagement here in The Daily Journal, it didn’t seem to fit. So I share it with you here now. If there’s a…

Once again, the epiphany arrived at the intersection of 72d & Broadway. The first few drops of the first spring rain were falling. The air was thick and warm. Rush hour traffic was slowing. A few blocks uptown, spotlights searched the sky above The Beacon. I was double-crossing Broadway and 73d concurrently when I thought,…