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I sorted 42 pounds of laundry into three heaping bags this morning, and hauled it to the Second Wave Laundromat on the corner of 55th & Ninth. It’s the first step in a massive existential house cleaning operation to gear up for what promises to be my biggest Q4 ever. In the simplest terms, and…

It was a total nightmare. Everything was going wrong. I couldn’t get my olive-colored army pants on. The zippers on my black suede Smurf boots were sticking. I was wearing a red mesh sleeveless shirt. And sunglasses, always sunglasses: big, brown plastic 70s things. When I finally made it on stage, my band mates were…

Greetings from the Minneapolis – St. Paul International Airport where, like other points of departure and arrival, there is no joy. It used to be that couples greeted one another with long, emphatic embraces, that families wept openly at their good fortune to be reuned, and that children giggled and skipped in anticipation of their…

My cursor is blinking as I ponder some summation, understanding, or meaning, from my five days back home in the Middle West. I’m not sure there is any. Except that Waterloo, Iowa, is a long way from New York, New York. If you take a left out of the parking lot of the Country Inn…

I rode 80 miles today. When I tell you that my ass is sore, I’m talking about a kind of ache that, unless you’ve sat on a bike for six hours a day for two days, you’ll never know. It rained all day. I rode alone. What does one do on a bike for six…

There are hills in Iowa. They are rolling ribbons of green and brown topped by rows of soy beans and corn stretching off in every direction. They are capped by an endless sky, and traversed by roads that go on forever. I’m sitting on my cousins’ couch in North Liberty, IA. Inside, three generations of…