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Probably fifty percent of rock songs are about being alone, or feeling alone, or being left by someone you love and thus, well, you the idea. I think about aloneness all the time. One’s thoughts are different in isolation. Everything is. Anyway, I was home sick today. I’ve been sleeping, mostly, and reading Chuck Kloserman’s…

The night began with half a Xanax and a shot of vodka, and concluded with a beautiful blonde passed out in the back of a cab. It’s been thirteen years since we broke up, but when the original lineup of Buckeye reunited on stage at New York’s famed Knitting Factory last night to launch our…

I left the country for a few hours tonight. I was in international territory as a guest of the United Nations. The occasion was the premiere of MTV’s “Diary Of Jay-Z: Water For Life.” The half-hour special (which premieres this Sunday on MTV2 and MTV.com) follows Jay’s African travels among the one billion worldwide who…

Ok, I’ll admit that I’m just a little bit drunk. Chris and I got home from Washington, D.C. around ten o’clock last night. I blogged, passed out, slept five hours, then woke up, took off my documentary filmmaker hat, and put on my media executive hat. Thirty minutes later, I was seated amongst senior management…

Chris and I were standing outside of NPR’s Studio 3A listening to South-African singer-songwriter Vusi Mahlasela perform on “Talk of the Nation.” Moments prior, we had interviewed the incomparable Susan Stamberg, and hours before that, “Meet The Press” host, Tim Russert. As Vusi, to whom we had just been introduced by our gracious NPR hostess…

Greetings from Georgetown. My brother and I visited my mother here when my mother moved her in the summer of 1981. Our parents divorce that fall. Neither of us recal much of that time, though we both remember playing video games at the local drug store while she worked. Tonight, twenty-five years later, we drove…