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It occurs to me just now, sitting here at 9:58 p.m. listening to my new song, that this is the sound of sunshine streaming through my windows on a Sunday afternoon. I started recording this fresh from Easter brunch with my mom, Chris, Jen and Ethan. I wasn’t inspired by anything specific, I just had…

I know, you’re like, “What kind of ass-hat wears sunglasses alone in his apartment?” That’s last night in a nutshell. It rocked. Ivan Sandomire rocked, Dough rocked, and hell yeah, I’ll say it, I rocked. And I’ll be honest with ya’, I’m as surprised as anyone. Rockwood Music Hall is a cozy venue. My apartment’s…

If there’s one thing I loathe more than practicing guitar, it’s stringing it. It’s the night before a big show, though, so it had to be done. I picked up a few Asahis, ordered some Planet Sushi, sat down on my shag rug in front of Nova, and got down to business. Which is when…

The day was running low on minutes. The guys were running low on energy. The El Presidente had just plain run out. And then she showed up. The odds were stacked against us from the outset. By the time I showed up to Dough’s rehearsal space on Delancey Street, I’d put in an eleven hour…

I woke just before my alarm this morning. The sky outside my windows was great and bright. And when Satirius Johnson told me that the high today was going to be fifty-two degrees, I smiled right there in my half-sleep. Then I hit the snooze bar, rolled over, and snagged a few more minutes. And…

Ask any of my guy friends, if they wanna’ get together, any place, any time, from Des Moines to Las Vegas, I say, “Count me in.” See, I’ve felt comfortable in women’s company as long as I can remember. I’ve always liked girls. There’s a photo of me from pre-school with the most adorable freckle-faced,…