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“We should put together a supergroup.” The term is kind of absurd to begin with. It was coined in the late sixties to describe bands comprised of members who had already achieved fame or respect in other groups or as individual artists. Think Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young. Think Bad Company. Or Cream. Of course,…

It was early. Mom, dad, and even Chris were still asleep. I couldn’t wait any longer. I snuck downstairs in my footed pajamas. I clung to the edges, stepping slowly to avoid tell tale creaks. The dining room was still, its wood-paneling brushed by morning sunlight. The green, shag carpeting was freshly vacuumed. The table…

I was pooped on last night. The incident occurred at approximately 7:13 pm last night. I was running through Central Park, cranking my “Rock” playlist. “Sugar, We’re Going On” was playing. I was sprinting eastward on 72d Street, just past Bethesda (which is flowing again). I thought it was just a branch or something, falling…

As a seven-year-old growing up in Oak Park, Illinois, summer vacation was comprised of a week-long fishing trip to northern Minnesota. The drive to Lake Vermillion seemed eternal. Dad stared stoically ahead, piloting our Oldsmobile Cutlass Cruiser. Mom would crack the window, exhaling long ribbons Benson & Hedges smoke. Chris and I struggled over an…

I was within about two feet of being hit by a truck this morning. Seems like I’m always a heartbeat away from The Big Hit. I was walking diagonally across Amsterdam Avenue. I was listening to Fastball’s “The Way” (“Where were they going without every knowing the way?”). The sky was impossibly blue. The air…

Funny how quickly things change. And for no apparent reason. Maybe it was work. I had a couple of cool meeting, which in itself is oxymoronic. But I did. One of ’em was with a really cool dude from New Line (home of one of my favorite films, “Magnolia,” one of my soon-to-be favorite films,…