01.29.09
The Broken Heart Set
Finally. Some of the recordings are a little fuzzy. Sorry, but I’m done.
01.10.09
Reunion Tour: Take Two
Phish is back, kids, and not just for some three-day stint at Hampton. That was quicker than I expected.
10.22.08
Live at Stain Bar: Again
Friday, November 14, 2008 @ 9pm, no cover/no drink minimum. One hour of mostly new material. Come check it out, should be a good time.
766 Grand Street - Take Brooklyn-bound L to Grand St (4th Stop). Stain is about 1 block west of the subway station.
08.03.08
Need a concert buddy…
Anyone want to go see Keith Caputo (Life of Agony) at Mercury Lounge, 8/23 at 18:30? Ticket is $15, show probably won’t be long. Keith Caputo is one of the most influential artists I’ve ever listened to, both with LOA and solo. His solo work is less heavy and arguably more poetic, but his LOA stuff is equally as brilliant and probably more revolutionary, taking metal and making it so much more than angry words you can’t understand. Knowing Keith’s performance tendancies, it is highly unlikely that he will perform a lot of LOA material, but you never know 
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First come, first serve. If I don’t have any volunteers by the 22nd, I’ll drag one of you with me.
06.13.08
STAIN Bar 7/8 @ 9:30pm
That’s right, kids. I’m back. At least for now. Come experience the sounds I make for an hour on a Tuesday night in July. No cover! No drink minimum! (That means it costs you nothing except your time.)
I’ve never played an hour set before. We’ll see what happens. There will be one cover tune. Maybe two. Check out some demos here.
12.27.07
Hiatus
Needless to say, I think I’m putting the weblog on an official hiatus following the final book list posting on December 31. I’ve been a bit down lately, feeling quite lonely, and I don’t find myself having all too much to say. So for those few faithful readers who might wonder where I’ve gone, now you know. Wherever I am, it is not here.
12.11.07
Scattered Update
Sorry. Blogging hasn’t exactly been high on my priority list lately, but I’m on hold, so I thought it would be a good time to say hello.
It’s been an emotional rollercoaster so far this month. I’d be lying if I said that it’s been easy, but I think it’s letting up a bit. Katie helped me get a Christmas tree on Sunday, which we decorated while making (and drinking) egg nog (don’t pour milk into the whites!) and now my apartment looks magical and festive. My couch comes on Friday which will likely land me in front of the television catching up on the Netflix movies I’ve been sending back without watching. I haven’t done any Christmas shopping yet, but I’d like to. I don’t know what to get for people. I don’t even really know who to shop for. My laptop broke. My iPod broke. My new job is good. I just heard a bird, but I’m inside. I have writer’s block, but need to apply to school by Tuesday. I’ve been sleeping on and off.
And a partridge in a pear tree.
11.10.07
Mad Crazy Sobbing
My laptop decided to take an unexpected vacation — and it took my NaNo novel with it.
The situation is dire, and if I don’t find someone who can extract a Word document from a dying laptop, I’m going to have to admit defeat this year. While that would be terribly tragic, I also can’t help but notice that year five is where Harry first met with defeat as well. So maybe this just means that I’m a writing wizard 
::sniffle::
11.05.07
I am, in fact, still alive
Okay, let’s recap.
Friday, I saw The Police with Kara and it was freakin’ awesome. I am still impressed with the ability of three men — in their later middle-age, no less — to rock an arena the size of Madison Square Garden with minimal help (lighting and a couple of TV screens). The crowd was a little weak; mostly old-timers who were disgruntled at Kara’s and my need to dance to every single song. Whatever. It’s Sting. You have to dance.
Saturday was the move. I am now an official Astorian, thanks to the help of Katie, Tony, George, and Kim who were all so gracious as to give up their Saturday mornings and afternoons to truck my junk across the Triboro. There is no greater rush than attempting to maneuver a seventeen-foot box truck with more play in the wheel than a kindergarten sandbox across the West Side Highway and then the Triboro Bridge. That said, never rent from U-Haul. It’s not because they’re ghetto-tastic. It’s because they’re ghetto-tastic, unreliable, and inefficient. Oh, and did I mention apathetic. Yeah. Anyway, Katie stayed to help me put the place together, putting her mad interior design skills to good use. She earned her dinner — a fine Italian meal at a nearby place which was amazing (I can’t remember the name, but I’ll get it to you soon). She had veal-stuffed ravioli and I had some kind of broad pasta with a rabbit ragu. Absolutely to die for. And let me not forget the appetizer — arugula with goat cheese drizzled in the finest balsamic I’ve ever tasted. The wine was a Montepulciano d’Abruzzo and had more than enough of a dry bite to counter all of the amazing sweetness of the meal. I think we didn’t talk for twenty minutes afterwards and I really wanted to have a cigarette to wash it down. We settled for a hookah instead (at home, of course).
Back to the decorating, Katie spent the night and was so lovely as to clean while I was in church. She even scoped out the local coffee joints to let me know where the best java is in my new neighborhood. I, in the meantime, was spoiled by one of the more pleasurable Sunday mornings of my life, followed by more cleaning, hanging of guitars, washing of dishes, and — you guessed it — drinking of wine. You can’t even tell that I just moved into this place. I’m already set for a housewarming (be warned).
And now I am NaNoing, trying desperately to catch up. I’ve made up one day so far, and if I ever finish this entry, I plan to make up another before bedtime. But I am seriously behind. And the new obstacle is that I just learned that the CEO of the company I work for sits in the cubicle next to me. (Don’t ask why I just figured this out.) Obviously, that means no writing while at work. No blogging either :-/. But my distance shall only make your heart grow fonder 
Stupidly, I’ve also volunteered to submit another brief manuscript in my writing class next week. I’m telling you all of this now because you may not hear from me for a while. But until then, adieu, be well, love each other, and eat good cheese. I’ll be back before you know it.