Sunday, September 29. 2024. 8:39AM. I feel like Doogie Howser , except my keyboard is not as loud. Technology has come a long way. But my...

I've decided to keep trying this writing approach. Sort of a Marc Maron, stream-of-consciousness, top of mind monologue of anything goes...

My long-awaited re-entry into long distance running has unfortunately come to an unexpected end. Or at least another long hiatus. I used...

Today, a collection of this and that, a chop suey of unlinked thoughts in the vein of an Eno-esque swollen-appendices journal entry....

"It's a bit like speed dating," is how co-writing for sync was described. I'd show up to a home studio somewhere in Southern California....

No post today.

Welp, Aerosmith called it quits. Can't say I was ever a huge fan of the band, although Dream On is probably one song I'd begrudgingly...

...fuck. (Musician's edition.) Yes, I know there's already a book on the subject, but I've been collecting a ream of quotes from artists...

There was always something out there, between all the shows and the lights and the people. A big empty. It's a feeling as much as a...

I am literally on the last paragraphs of this six-year journey that has been my book, and I've got a slew of waiting projects hammering...

Summer's in full hellish bloom, the world is on fire, and it's time for another playlist to help us all chill the fuck out. Years ago in...

These last several days have seen the bulk of my brainpower going to finishing the most recent (final?) edit The Last Tour, leaving me...

This is written on a post-it note at my mixing desk. I can't remember if I read the line somewhere from someone else, or if it just...

This is probably of no interest to anyone except me, but my son has found himself in a situation very familiar and dear - trying to...

There's a reason I haven't released much music over the last several months. (Even though releasing music seems to be all I ever talk...

This post is a week late, but listen, there's a good reason for it. You all voted for your favorite tee design, and we (meaning I),...

The following is a messy and hyperbolic outtake from a travel memoir I've been writing for the last several years. It didn't quite fit...

My brother and I lived in an abandoned church sometime in the early 2000s. It was the start of a renovation project that failed to happen...

Yeah, I feel it. That sense of despair when someone in Threads posts a tune they made with an AI plugin and it doesn't sound half bad....

Maybe it was obvious from the start? Kristina Bruuk does not exist. We have both fallen in love with an illusory muse. Our ultimate femme...