Posts Tagged ‘Rock & Roll’
At The End Of The Day
In nearly fifteen years of living in New York City, I’ve never seen anything like it. I swiped my Metrocard, passed through the turnstile, waved off Robert (“We’ll do a creative in the morning,” he said in jest), and turned for the Broadway line. I wasn’t halfway down the stairs when the traffic jam started.…
Read MoreI’ll Be Me (For A While)
Like my friend James says, it’s not like you stop spinning you wheels. I was walking home Thursday night from another twelve hour day reinventing the Network of Fun. The weather had deteriorated from sunny, calm and sixty to cloudy, blustery and thirty in anticipation of Friday’s Nor’easter. I was woefully underdressed in my sweater…
Read MoreClose Your Eyes (And Start To See)
Sam said I buried the lead. The truth is, it was a double murder. The subject line read, “Benjamin Wagner Invites You To Rock And Muthafuckin’ Roll!” The details were as follows: Host: Benjamin Wagner Location: Rockwood Music Hall 196 Allen Street, New York City When: Sunday, March 25, 7:00pm Phone: 212-477-4155 Join Chris Abad,…
Read MoreComing Through In Waves
I was face down on the massage table, a masseuse’s elbow deep into my shoulder blades, when it occured to me that the tinkling, piped-in Muzak overhead was Pink Floyd’s “Comfortably Numb.” Kind of odd, I thought (between bouts of excruciating pain). Kind of sad, too. But frankly, it kind of worked. Like many before…
Read MoreSunken Treasure (Or, The Unabridged Pocket Guide To Lightning)
I want to be Jeff Tweedy when I grow up. I don’t hide my reverence. I’ve recorded his’s songs more than any single songwriter’s (save maybe REM). I’ve covered “I’m Always In Love,” “A Shot In The Arm,” and “California Stars” (which is really Billy Bragg and Wilco covering Woody Guthrie) on three separate albums,…
Read MoreFlicker
I hung out with Dean Wareham and Lou Reed last night. Backstage at The Mercury Lounge was quiet. It was late. My eyes were half-mast; I had a few beers in me, and I was tired. I don’t know how I got there with them, or what exactly was going on. We were just sitting…
Read MoreYou’ve Got Nothing To Do Today But Smile
It seemed like a good idea at the time. When my buddy, former Dough and current Buckeye front man, singer/songwriter Chris Abad, announced his engagement to longtime girlfriend Megan Watkins, I responded with cool enthusiasm by raising my post-rehearsal forty ouncer and toasting them both. When he told me he wanted me to perform at…
Read MoreShine (Or, Out Of Your Head Volume CXXII)
Addictive substances cause the synapses of the mesolimbic dopamine system to flood with excessive amounts of dopamine, creating a brief rush of euphoria more commonly called a “high.” Depressants, such as alcohol, increase concentrations of gamma-aminobutyric acid in the brain resulting in slowed brain activity and a drowsy or calm feeling. THC (delta-9-tetrahydrocannabinol) — the…
Read MoreLearning How To Die
I’m half-way through three books right now, and have cracked the spine on two more. I would tack it up to coincidence, or some sort of Borders/Barnes & Nobles/Amazon harmonic convergence. But you know me: I look for meaning in signs, symbols, and patterns. All of the books are about bands. So it dawned on…
Read MoreWhen I Look At The Stars
We look a little drunk, don’t we? We’re not. We’re on ecstacy. Nils G. Holm’s “Ecstasy Research In The 20th Century” describes the experience thusly: Ecstasy is derived from a Greek word, with the original meaning of removing oneself from a given place. By an extended sense of the word, this implies that the ego…
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