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I’m half-way through three books right now, and have cracked the spine on two more. I would tack it up to coincidence, or some sort of Borders/Barnes & Nobles/Amazon harmonic convergence. But you know me: I look for meaning in signs, symbols, and patterns. All of the books are about bands. So it dawned on…

Chris and I pulled into the Richmond Airport Hotel & Convention Center just after midnight. We were bone tired from our full day at the Human Kindness Foundation, not to mention our three hour drive up to Richmond. The shoot (click here to read all about it) was intense; a thousand times more difficult than…

I’m not sure I even knew what the summer solstice was until college. My freshman dorm room lacked direct sunlight. It was in the interior of the building, with a window overlooking a ventalation shaft. I’m sure that’s not the sole reason for my near-depression that year, but it didn’t help. I’ve become acutely aware…

The credits had scarcely begun to roll when Kurt asked me, “So whaddya think?” Listen, the guy may be one of three reasons (along with Cameron Crowe and Chris Connelly) that I do what I do, but he clearly didn’t get the memo my Top Five Rules For Movie Screenings: 1) Never go to an…

My parents signed me up for piano lessons when I was about seven-years-old. Lessons were held at a small, Gothic conservatory on Lake Street in Oak Park, Illinois. Chris and I walked the quiet, tree-lined avenues dotted with Frank Lloyd Wright homes after school. The lobby’s white linoleum floors reflected cold, fluorescent lights. I sat…

Perhaps no film better summarizes popular culture’s dueling concept of The Weekend than the new classic, “Old School.” The Bed, Bath & Beyond vs. Mitchapalooza Conundrum, as it’s come be to called in Academia, is revealed in this one, hilarious scene. Frank: I told my wife I wouldn’t drink tonight. I got a big day…