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Fish tells me that she lost her moorings yesterday without a Daily Journal update. So here goes, Random Notes Volume XXIV: I’m going to record an Internet-only, downloadable EP this weekend, if I can get Pro Tools installed (my laptop is officially owned by Viacom, so I don’t have admin rights). I’m going to write…

This Daily Journal was born in the fall of 2000 as a document of my creative endeavors. It often veers into the personal, and rightly so: my songs, stories, screenplays, and paintings are all personal. But let’s get back to our regularly scheduled programming, at least for a minute… Truth is, I was blogging before…

She is wearing an off-white, cashmere sweater set, which, apparently, I’m a sucker for. I’m fresh from rehearsal with the newly-dubbed Smith Family Players, my country gig. Kevin Smith (mandolin, fiddle, vocals), Nick Smith (pedal steel), and I (guitar, vocals) are at La Belle Epoque on Broadway & 12th. We’ve come to see a Cajun…

I have something of a white T-shirt fetish. I sort through a pile of three or four dozen every morning, seeking the cleanest one. As the time since my last laundromat visit increases, the whiteness of my T-shirts decreases. Complicating matters worse, I’m the kind of guy who would rather buy new ones — Gap…

Yeah, that was me in line at the bank, grinning and rockin’ out to The Vines on my iPod. That was me talking about my teeth (“Would you like some candy with your movie?” she asked) at Blockbuster. That was me tellin’ the checkout girl at D’Agastino’s what a long day it had been. Yeah,…

I reached for an old journal — you know, the old-school, paper kind? — for a little help on tonight’s (this morning’s) post. I found the following scribbled in blue ink on a page dated Wednesday, March 4, 1998… “As I age, I wanna’ get better at letting go, not fighting the progress, the setbacks,…