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Walking to the subway this morning I thought, ‘Where the hell is everyone? Starbucks was empty. There were vacant parking spaces on 80th Street. The subway platform was empty, save for a family of — judging by their struggle with the turnstile — tourists. There was wiggle room on the 1/9. Times Square was deserted.…

I had cold pizza and warm Coke for breakfast. I blame Amy Hills. She rolled over, nudged me and said — I’m only kidding. The best part of Tuesday night’s show was performing with Amy. As someone observed afterwards, “You seemed a little bit looser.” A little bit looser? Suddenly I was Don Rickles and…

I was like a dear in headlights. Worse, I was like a baby deer in headlights. Not that anyone would have noticed. It starts as kind of an upset stomach. Classic butterflies. Or pterodactyls. Then I get a little giddy, a little unfocussed. I’d rather be a lone, but I’m meeting and greeting. I talk…

The little things aren’t working anymore. Not the turkey burger, the ice cream, the quiet night in front of the television. Nothing. Yesterday was a bit of a soul crusher. I don’t usually loath Mondays. I get up pretty quickly most mornings. I like what I do. But I just didn’t have it yesterday. I…

Where I come from, we call ’em Christmas lights. In New York City in July, they call ’em patio lights. As far as I’m concerned, a New York City roof deck is incomplete without ’em. I struck out early Saturday morning for a few strands. Gracious Home, Urban Outfitters, and a handful of local hardware…

Writer/director Cameron Crowe’s genre-defining “Say Anything” set the bar for teen romantic comedies. It was devoid of pandering, light on slapstick and crammed with great music. When Crowe’s protagonist, Lloyd Dobler, can’t think of what to say to win back his girlfriend, he stands below her bedroom window — in the rain — a boom…