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T-minus 48 hours until The Big Move, and nothing’s packed. Looks like Thursday’s gonna’ be all about loading my life into cardboard boxes. As I walked through my apartment this morning, I made mental notes, ‘That goes, that doesn’t. That goes, that doesn’t.’ I thought it interesting that none of my Elvis ephemera — save…

There are two sounds outside my window: traffic and rain. Accordingly, I’m not feeling very optimistic about the remainder of this Tuesday, and I’m only four hours in. I’ve never been a fan of Tuesday. I’ve always found it the least remarkable of days. It doesn’t have the newness or blueness of Monday. It’s not…

I have lived in this apartment for nearly ten years, longer than any single residency prior. I’m moving in four days of my own volition. I have yet to pack my first box. I was born in Iowa City, Iowa… My family moved three weeks later. We lived in Waldorf, Maryland, until I was four.…

I woke up, launched ProTools, and began recording. Then I took a cab to Control One Studios and worked on my new record, ‘Love And Other Indoor Games.’ When I got home, yup, you guessed it, I recorded some more. What is wrong with me? (That’s rhetorical. Spare me your emails.) Tony and I re-recorded…

Rare is the approaching subway that doesn’t make me wonder, just for a second, what would feel like to be run over? It’s not that I have a death wish. Not at all. It’s just that there’s a rogue crazy that pushes the random straphanger onto the rails once and a while. So I think…

In a massive excavation of all of my previous recordings, I found gobs of goodies for the Friends of BWD, LLC. And I found more. A whole lot more. It might seem a little shameless, my recent pluggs for my new CD, my (as Ted calls it) “Ginsue Knife Special” approach to fundraising (see below,…