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The clouds are purple above the white-capped Hudson. The rushes along the river are bright green. I’ve been running for over an hour, through driving rain and wind, Central Park, Morningside Heights, and Riverside Park. And I feel like I could keep running forever. I hope for one more downpour. I love the sound. It…

It’s Friday night. It’s rainy. The forecast? Rain. I’m on my third Grolsch, waiting for Fresh Direct, posting random notes. I rehearsed, somewhat reluctantly (I was tired, waaah), with Cockfight last night. We arranged a few tunes, including “Intoxicated Avenger,” amongst other titles I now forget, and are sure to perform before summer’s end. Think…

More than one of the new kids at work has said to me recently, ‘I didn’t know you were a musician!’ So apparently at least a few people are wondering what’s going on with my singer/songwriter career. Well, I’ve been listening to the new Fountains of Wayne record, ‘Welcome Interstate Managers,’ a ton. It’s genius…

31-years-old, fifteen years of performing, eight years in New York City, and finally, I get my fifteen minutes. Well, my 45 seconds, anyway. I wake up early. It’s only 5 a.m., so I go back to sleep. I fall deep, deep into a dream where I’m a front-seat passenger in a Humvee barreling down a…

We had the penthouse at the Soho Grand. With the patio. The DJ was spinning. The bar was open. The wind was blowing. Mist was rising off the Empire State. It was just starting to happen. Then came the lightening, and the nickel-sized rain drops. The entire MTV News & Docs department scurried indoors into…

I fell asleep watching TV in the waiting room of the Elizabeth Seton Birthing Center on 14th Street, but woke suddenly when Christofer burst in and announced emphatically, “It’s a boy!” My nephew, Ethan Baruch Wagner, began the world at 12:38 a.m. ET on Tuesday, June 10th, 2003. When Chris carried him out for Jen’s…