https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c5kM3iwYVi0&pp=ygUjbGNkIHNvdW5kc3lzdGVtIG5ldyB5b3JrIGkgbG92ZSB5b3U%3D The other day, I visited my friend Hearn who was cat-sitting in Greenpoint. After leaving his place, I took a bike home to Park Slope in the early evening. Dusk. I headed down Driggs through a crowded McCarren Park. We were having a few mild summer days.  Hundreds of people were still barbequing and … Continue reading Missing out on Williamsburg →

A few weeks ago, I rented a car to drive upstate to bring my daughter back to Brooklyn. Hertz gave me a modest Volkswagen four-door. Running errands around the neighborhood before hitting the highway, I discovered that the air conditioner wasn’t working. The temperature that day was approaching 100. So I drove back to Hertz … Continue reading Kali Malone will make you trip →

Back in the 1990s, I met a bass player named Kevin. He played a gig with my friend Cody at a bar on Avenue A called Brownies. Then I invited him to a jam session to work on some of my material. He got really excited about my fingerstyle playing and asked me to come … Continue reading aromatic music →

https://videopress.com/v/3Wlmy9Kn?resizeToParent=true&cover=true&preloadContent=metadata&useAverageColor=true We had a false autumn over the weekend. I spent both Saturday and Sunday morning at the Blue Bottle cafe on the corner, sitting at a table under a tree (oak? sweetgum?) in the back of the graveled patio. These false autumns are almost more melancholy than the actual one that comes a month … Continue reading False Autumn →

The big struggle of my day is now stopping myself from buying a chicken sandwich at Popeyes. Work is catastrophically boring now ... and I mean the pure existential reality of being a 56-year old man at a job. My actual job is pretty good. But it's still a job. And I've been going to … Continue reading Popeyes →

I was working on a song with a line about the world being upside down and kept picturing an actual room turned on its side. It hit me that I was picturing a fun house at an amusement park I went to when I was a kid. Delta Village. In Tallulah, Louisiana. There was an … Continue reading Delta Village in Tallulah →

Notes from the early days of quarantine. Along with the virus, New York has been invaded by “the real” — an elusive concept. I was telling an old school New Yorker about an encounter I had at Coney Island once. Super hot day. Blazing midday sun straight above. My children were little. I was taking … Continue reading The Real →