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Experts say unpaid Christmas bills, nasty weather and failed New Year’s resolutions combine to make January 22 the gloomiest day on the calendar. I read it on Fox News, so it must be true. I gotta say, though, that all’s well. No gloom here. For now, anyway. My Christmas bills are in order. In fact…

I spent a few hours trying to multi-track this one, then returned to the original demo. I was trying to write something that balances the protest of Bob Dylan or Billy Bragg or Woodie Guthrie with the romance of… well, everyone else. Which was a dangerous proposition cuz no one hates preachy, dogmatic songs worse…

It’s killing me to be in New York City, not Park City. I started at Berwyn Video, a ma ‘n pop video store in suburban Philadelphia, the year before Steven Soderbergh’s “Sex, Lies & Video Tape” and Robert Redford’s Sundance Film Festival put each other on the map. And while my tastes ran more “Die…

Christofer and I spent yesterday morning interviewing esteemed journalist Linda Ellerbee for our “Mister Rogers & Me” documentary. Read all about it here: “One May Not Reach The Dawn Save By The Path Of The Night” She was great: super substantive, and super inspiring. So I’m super grateful.

I know it looks like gold lamé, but trust me, it’s lime green lamé. And yes, I know that lamé and lame are virtually the same word. The photo in question was taken in the fall of 1996 by my pal John Rosenblatt. The location was a then-shuttered, long-since razed theater on 42d Street —…

“This is about who I am, what I’m worth, and what it all means,” I say. “Oh,” she replies. “Is that all?” I’m looking out the window of the 2, somewhere between Bergen and 79th Streets. Abbi and I have just spent a drizzly afternoon touring Brooklyn neighborhoods with my buddy Ron Lieber. A fifteen…