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So irresponsible. I stopped into a music shop on Santa Monica Boulevard on the way home from work and bought an acoustic guitar. Oops. It’s nothing special, but I didn’t exactly stick to my hundred dollar goal. Nope, I dropped a buck eighty. But I got a case out of the deal. And some picks.…

I miss my guitar. I never used to leave home without my guitar. You never really know when you’re gonna’ wanna’ play, or when a song’s gonna’ strike. I’ve dragged it clear across the country never to crack the case. And I’ve dragged it to different continents and come home with an EP’s worth of…

Is it a harbinger? A warning sign? Does narrowly escaping a massive accident increase or diminish one’s likelihood of being involved in another? It’s barely five o’clock. The sky is light and streaked with clouds. I am in the back seat of a Lincoln Towncar. My Russian driver is driving quickly down the BQE. ‘Good,’…

Geez, there’s so much to say, but not enough time to say it. It’s 12:23 Monday morning. I have a car coming at 4:45, and a 7:00 flight to L.A. So I gotta’ be brief. Heck, I’m not even packed. I’ve had better weekends. Which isn’t to say I didn’t do fun stuff and spend…

Up until a minute ago, my lead was “Dave Grohl saved the day.” But now it’s “Ethan saved the day.” I’ve had a fairly shitty go of it today. Could be that I was working until midnight last night, running up and down the spiral staircase to answer IMs from work (it was the Movie…

I emailed Ron the moment I heard. “The MJ jury’s gone home for the night. Game on.” Rivulettes of sweat were running down my spine by the time I got to my apartment. Mike and Chris were waiting on the stoop, styrofoam cooler in hand. “The cooler went over well at The Yale Club,” Mike…