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Once a year the sun sets perfectly between Manhattan’s streets.  Here is a shot I took tonight.


Sitting in NY State Supreme Court Jury Room

I’m sitting in the jury selection room realizing that I have been a terrible blogger. My post are way too infrequent which compromises the overall integrity of the blog, I think.  Although, It has occurred to me that in order to be a really good blogger one shouldn’t have too much in your life that makes you happy. (unless of course you get paid to blog which changes everything.)  The past two months have been very exiting and rewarding for me.  Some of the highlights include a terrific trip out to California.  Some great live music like WIlco, Joseph Arthur, Dave Matthews Band and Paul Weller and two terrific documentaries Man on a Wire and Trouble the Water. I’ve also fallen in love.  Today’s is a good day to go on trial here in Manhattan because I’m in a great mood and will be happy to let you off with probation.

Summer of Inspiration…(the headphones version)

So lucky. Started when I saw the Smiths in 1986 at the Aragon Ballroom in Chicago but it didn’t really hit me until I saw Elton John in 1988.  I love a live music show more than anything in the world. Song writing and storytelling are distinct arts and when combined become something much more important.  performance and longevity are the inevitable difference makers the ones who can inspire, awe, out live, prove wrong but prove right in the end. I’ve seenMorrissey, Elliott Smith, Joseph Arthur, Dave Matthews, Bob Dylan, U2, The Cure, The Grateful Dead,  Prince and Neil Young more than three times each.  But this summer has taken the cake in good fortune having seen Eddie Vedder, Amiee Mann, Neil Young, Bon Jovi, Radiohead, Wilco and Dave Matthews at the Greek in Berkeley (two weeks).   Radiohead was at the All Points West Festival featuring a stunning sunset, Manhattan Skyline and the Statue of Liberty not to mention Girl Talk who DJ’d a run featuring Jay-Z, Radionhead (paranoid android) and Isaac Hayes two days before he died.  I also finally saw Andrew Bird who went to high school with and blew my mind. These two shots illustrate the vibe.

Summer of Inspiration (part 2 of …..)


It's all about footwear even if you;re a dork

It's all about footwear even if you;re a dork

I’ll go chronologically incase, in like 100 years,  they’ll discover that somehow these two blog posts Are actually connected in some spiritual way — I wouldn’t want them to waste their time making the ‘discovery’ that they were posted out of order. So in order…not alphabetical…


My best friend Paolo, the guy who taught me about what it means to enjoy a concert. The guy who told me about ‘Jerry’ songs and ‘Bobbie’ songs..The one who had tapes…. He is the kind of  guy who makes you feel stupid by his intelligence and then assures you that you are OK because he has absolutely no idea what is appropriate, fair, decent or fine.  he is all heart, like it or not.  Paolo grew up in NYC and he carries that glow with him– even though he has spent everyday since I’ve known him denying it.   His parents (who i adore) have moved out of Manhattan and to the Hamptons and Paolo and his wife invited me to come spend the 4th of July.  

Yes. I got in a fight on the Jitney with some Indian chick who refused to turn the clicking sound off on her i phone.  Can’t get into it further until my deposition.  I also can’t get too specific with this story because there are people I love involved BUT…The Hamtpons are beautiful.  We surfed. (ditch plains) We kayaked. (some swamp with

 mansions) We ate, and ate, and ate some more.  Paolo and I threw the frisbee, made dinner, made jokes and made certain that our friendship was never going to compromised by his life in LA, mine in NY or anyone in the Hamptons.  At a moment of total comfort and bliss I was overcome by my surroundings and moved to the point of trembling. Surprisingly, it wasn’t the anticipated anger over rich and obnoxious posers or traffic or even P-Diddy.  In a moment, I looked around in disbelief, self aware of my jealousy. My best friend has a terrific wife who IS HIS best friend.  His parents are saturated in the confidence, comfort and joy of each other — somehow for 50 years they have been themselves — total individuals, successful and strong… yet here – in their home a place I do not belong.   We were all one. Of course I’m not talking swinger shit I’m talking about people so COOL…so STRONG….so TRUE that you can’t fake your way in.   I felt part of family a that wasn’t even entertaining auditions. The Hamptons — despite what you expect it be or want it be.  This beautiful place is a canvas of oceans, bays and trees and bugs….but it isn’t about being seen or in the scene.  It’s just a place and it’s nothing without people.  And, regardless of who you think you are or want to be — when you’re alone you’re justing taking up space. I learned, in the Hamptons of all places, that souls mates are not like unicorns as they do exist – good wine should always be shared and family is not about blood or money or anxiety. Family is about sharing, survival and support.  All that said I DID want to look good while in the HAMPTONS so on the night of the 4th of July we went out to Shelter Island for dinner and I brought my best duds.  Paolo told me I look liked a dork. We’ll being a part of society’s elite I’ll let you decide.

The Summer of Inspiration 2008 (Part 1 of …..

Yup. The burden of blogging has beaten me again. I believed my blog was blossoming but blo and behold I’m falling behind.  I’m 36 years old and I have the confidence, wisdom and arrogance of someone who has 36 year old dentures.  I’m not a ‘New Yorker’ as you might think but I do have very strong views about this city, it’s residents and the surrounding ‘mis en scene’.  Whether I like it or not,  despite all the city has to offer and regardless of the great amount of respect I have for it… two components that are inextricably linked to life here are THE HAMPTONS and BON JOVI.   Stop.  I know, you hate them both and so do I.  There two experiences I know less about and could care less about than ‘Summering in The Hamptons’ or ‘Living on a Prayer with Bon Jovi’.   I did both this summer and I’m better because of it.  Great line in the NY Times Sunday Magazine today.  The article was a memoir about a recovering addict — who was a writer and  actually wrote the article.  Ohh yeah.. last line…”I now inhabit a life I do not deserve, but we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn’t end anytime soon.”  David Carr (2008)  Tell that to GREG NORMAN who is leading the British Open at 53 years old.