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I never know what to say when the music stops. That’s the first line from the title track of the forthcoming CD, “Heartland.” There’s a fair argument — over four years of Daily Journals — that says that’s not entirely true. I have plenty to say. Too much maybe. But it feels that way sometimes.…

Ethan is obsessed with tunnels. Last month, Chris found a set of dominos in the cottage in Nantucket. Ethan insisted all weekend long that he build tunnels for his Matchbox cars. When Andrew and I visited him at Chris and Jen’s on Wednesday night, a pile of cardboard bricks towered over him. He toppled then,…

It’s often the case that the coolest experiences are the least expected. Such was the case at tonight’s premiere of Neil Jordan’s "Breakfast On Pluto." Neil emailed me late last week and said he had a few tickets to The New York Film Festival. I’ve done Tribeca, and Sundance, but oddly enough, I’d never been…

It should have felt odd, I suppose, to be standing in Rockefeller Center with a Today Show laniard around my neck, watching my cousin rock Matt Lauer’s socks off. But it didn’t. Funny thing about life these days: nothing’s shocking. It’s not that I think I’m all that, or am impressing myself with anything. It’s…

NEW YORK — “Rain seems to follow us wherever we go,” World Leader Pretend’s Matt Martin joked with the drizzle-soaked crowd at Rockefeller Center on Thursday. The guitarist had good reason to joke. Humor — and music — may be about all the New Orleans band has left. The quintet was celebrating its first day…

Nearly twenty-four years to the day that my parents sat Chris and me down to announce their separation, I am still seeking catharsis. It was an afternoon not unlike this. The air was cool. Daylight was scarce. We gathered in the living room — a space reserved solely for guests and holidays. Chris and mom…