Posts Tagged ‘Travel’
Bray’s Island, South Carolina (Spring 2008)
Tales Of A Third Grade Nothing
It must have been sometime around third grade. My family — Mom, Dad, Chris and I — were in Carmel, California, the small, sea-side town on the Monterey Peninsula known for its famous residents: Clint Eastwood, Ansel Adams, Pebble Beach. We were on one of the few family vacations I can remember, this one as…
Read MoreThe Electric City
Greetings from The Electric City. I’m writing you tonight from Room 202 of the Lackawanna Station Hotel where, through the thin walls of my room, piped in Muzak like drones away like The Lawrence Welk Show. The entire town has that feel, really: as if time forgot it sometime around 1957. Truth is, it was…
Read MorePaying My Rent Every Day In The Tower Of Song
I’m not sure this’ll make a ton of sense, but the weekend kinda’ f*cked my shit up a little bit. As always, when we weren’t actually singing, Jason and I spent our time talking about songs, songwriting, and the music business. We’re an odd pair in such conversations. Though he dabbles in politics and has…
Read MoreClose Your Eyes And Start To See
The last time I stood in front of a thousand people with a guitar in my hands and sang, I’d rehearsed. I’ll be honest: I regretted the ambition of my scheduled 36-hour, New York to Des Moines trip the instant my clock radio sounded at 3:45 Saturday morning. A cold drizzle was falling on Tenth…
Read MoreGoing To Graceland
“It always rains when I’m at Graceland.” Thus began my journal entry (the old fashioned paper kind) on Monday, October 21, 1996. The dateline was Memphis, Tennessee. Just thirty-six hours earlier, I’d hatched a half-baked (actually, I was really baked), last-minute plan to squander the weekend prior to my start date at MTV News on…
Read MoreComing Soon: The Magic Mountain EP
Magic Mountain Ski Resort near Londonberry, Vermont, is — if my pal, singer/songwriter Chris Abad’s description is correct — “the slacker’s Okemo.” Chris and his wife, Megan, invited Abbi and I to join them there next weekend. “It’s an awesome place for drinking beer, skiing, board games, cooking, writing music, etc,” he said. “Any interest?”…
Read MoreAn Open Letter To The Residents Of Des Moines, Iowa
Dear Jason, Stephanie, et all: My trip to The Greatest City In The World is all set! It’s a quick hit, but if last years trip was any indication, thirty-one hours in “The Hartford of the West” should be about all my liver can take. That is, assuming that whole “In like a lion, out…
Read MoreReclining On An Ocean Swell
Dude, I know it bums you out that everyone but you is taking sea-kissed, sun-baked vacations right now. Mom’s in Egypt. Dad’s in South Carolina. Chris and Jen are heading to Barbados in the morning. And Abbi’s going to West Palm on Saturday. You? You’ll be spending your three-day weekend alone in New York City…
Read MoreGiven To Fly
There are three major flight paths outside my window: Newark, LaGuardia, and JFK. With the frequent buzz of tourist helicopters and Hudson River air traffic, the skies above me are constantly crowded with jet engines, propellers, and blinking red lights. It’s an apt metaphor for New York City, really. Or, for that matter, my brain.…
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