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Nights like these it feels as though I’m the last person in New York City. 56th Street is quiet. There was no traffic on Ninth Avenue. The office was quiet. Everyone is off to the beach, the country, the mountains. Everyone is off to find just one moment of peace from this crazy, messed up…

I passed a teenager on my street this morning wearing a ‘Corporate Magazines Still Suck’ shirt. His homage to Kurt Cobain was, ironically, handmade with a Sharpie and a Planet Hollywood T-shirt. I had to laugh. This is a kid who was about 8-years-old when Cobain stuck a shotgun barrel in his mouth and ended…

“You can always tell the veterans; they bring magazines to the cafeteria,” he said. It was lunch time. We were waiting for the elevator. They are notoriously slow in the afternoon. I turned down my iPod. “Yeah, I’m not so good with the down time.” A few minutes later, we exited the building into the…

I really wanted to record a cover of Matthew Sweet’s ‘Girlfriend’ for ya’ll tonight. Butcha’ know what? It’s 11:28 and this fourth beer is speeling one thing: S-L-E-E-P. Still… an interesting day. It went something like this… Morning, this morning, the curtains are shut… wait, that’s a YAZ song. I wake up, I head in.…

I sat down for dinner tonight at 10:54 p.m. It was just lettuce, nuts, and tofu, so I feel o.k. about eating so late. But still, can I guy get a mellow, post-triathlon Monday? I woke up pretty early this morning, before the alarm even, on account of the fact that I basically ate and…

I suffer from what I’ve come to call ‘post-race letdown’ (in the case of sports) or ‘post-gig let down’ (in the case of music). Come feel me tremble… It started like this: 5:30 this morning, I hop on my bike and ride down to the river. I slide it into position #1517, arrange my things…