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What keeps us going? My brother Christofer and I moved to New York City in the spring of 1995. We unloaded his rusty, red Isuzu pickup into the freshly painted hallways of 447 West 56th Street, and then took a walk. I was grossly overwhelmed and outpaced. The scale and speed of the city was…

It may not be the best name for a tour ever, but it’s what we came up with, and we’re sticking with it. The Broken Hearts Acoustic Revue. What were we thinking, right? Well, I’ll tell you. We need to call the tour something other than “Four Dudes In A Van” or “Trust Us: It…

Three hours past midnight, the lights finally went out. Eleven six packs, seven bottles of wine, a fifth of vodka, eighty bucks of crudites, and a river of yellow wax down my spiral staircase later, summer was gone, and another year was celebrated. If a man’s worth is measured in his friendships, then I am…

Just in from a few miles in Central Park… The humidity has finally lifted. The air has been crisp and cool all week. Most morning, I’ve flung the doors wide on my deck — damn the AC. I’ve been getting a little New Age out there, starting each morning with a few sets of Masters…

Buying “Tiny Dancer”? Would you prefer the original Elton John, the Ben Folds or the Tim McGraw? “Smells Like Teen Spirit”? Can we interest you in Tori Amos or Paul Anka? With the advent of searchable music sellers like iTunes, it has become easier than ever to discover — or stumble on — covers of…

In a town this small, I should’ve known better than to think The New York Times had found me on its own. You’ll recall that The Times called the other day to interview me about fledgling artists using cover songs to goose their iTunes awareness. I was leary (a) I don’t want publishing companies to…