The Things You Want, And The Things You Have To Do

I’m beginning to think I’m schizophrenic. I’m sitting in seat 19C of US Airways Flight #61 en route from Las Vegas to New York City. My seatmate is the one guy on the plane who hasn’t lowered his blind, so not only is my enjoyment of the Cedric...

Same As It Ever Was (Water Flowing Underground)

Every once and a while, I look around and think (a la David Byrne in “Once In A Lifetime”), “How did I get here?” Last night’s unusual location was Sirius Satellite Radio’s Studio 12, thirty-six floors above Rockefeller Center. The...

Shiver (Or, Rx Volume II)

Some forty-six blocks downtown, my colleagues are toasting another banner year at the MTV Holiday Party. I just washed down a fistfull of pills with my third fruit smoothy of the night. There’s nothing lamer than reading blog posts about illness, and how this...

In A Cab Headed Uptown

I’m in a cab headed uptown, just southeast of Chrysler Building (my favorite New York City skyscraper, hands-down). I’m tapping this missive into my Blackberry while listening to The Changes’ “When I Wake.” The song is genius. The chorus...

(Not So) Kool Thing

Figures that I’m dressed like some West Palm real estate agent the day I ride the elevator with Thurston Moore. Not like I would have said anything, or foisted a CD on him or anything. Still, you don’t wanna look like a total tool bag when the Godfather of...