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24 hours in Vegas. How psyched am I … sigh. My colleague (and Cockfight bandmate) Robert Mancini is getting married tonight. At the Ballagio. In Las Vegas. How ‘Ocean’s Eleven,’ right? I’ll be the Brad Pitt character. It was a tuxedo, or my black circa ’99 Banana Republic three button. I went with the suit.…

Some doctor on CNN just said that if I would just stop with the coffee, start with the green tea, and eat more colorful vegetables, I would lose ten pounds in ten days, minimize the bags under my eyes, and gain luminescence in my skin. So I finished my coffee, ate my bagel, swallowed a…

Every album that I’ve ever released has had a pullquote of sorts, a hidden (or not so) lyric that seems to speak for the entire body of work. Usually the line is hidden somewhere in the liner notes. On ‘Almost Home’ and ‘Love,’ though, they’re a little more prominently featured. It’s not too difficult for…

I’m not a huge Danny Glover fan, but when he says, “I’m too old for this shit,” in ‘Lethal Weapon’ (1, 2, 3 & 4), sister, I hear him loud and clear. I jumped off the NR at Union and Fourth and walked to Great lakes for another Smith Family show. I’m not sure if…

Ok, fun’s over. I enjoyed my post-marathon day off yesterday. I weatherproofed the apartment a little bit (and not a moment too soon) and went for my annual post-marathon massage (mmmmmm), but basically, I ate, drank, and watched tv. You may recall that Chris and I threw out our television (which is to say got…

After 26.2 miles through five boroughs, I should have some storytelling for you: some message, some moral, something. But I can’t seem to find the words, the message, the moral, or anything. I’m just tired. The Marathon is the penultimate race of the year for me. All of ’em — the half marathons, all the…