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How’s everyone doing out there? It’s been a wild ride of a week.

Remember the good parts? Remember when the Democrats secured both the White House and the Senate for the first time since 1969? (how American, to treat the dawning of a centrist government like it’s some kind of revolution…)

Then, a violent uprising trying to overtake the capitol.

Is that a dramatic way of summing things up? I don’t know. It feels dramatic on paper. But I’m not sure how else to say it.

Scary stuff. And, like so many things that have happened over the past twelve…

This line is a refrain throughout one of my favorite novels of all time, Saturday Night and Sunday Morning.

You’ve probably never heard of this book. Most people haven’t. My exposure to it is one of the greatest bits of luck I’ve had — it was required reading in an English class during my sophomore year of college, and, right from the opening boozy pub scene, I was hooked.

It was one of the first times I realized you could write “literary” novels about people like me. Maybe not a shocking insight for most, but, for me, it was a…

That was my personal mantra while I drove down the highway.

Several yards in front of me, a man had his hand out the window as he flipped off the Volvo in the other lane.

Couldn’t blame him. The Volvo was driving 10 mph under the speed limit and kept arbitrarily slowing down for God knows what, some ghostly obstruction only he/she could see.

Not to say the Volvo was an irregular occurrence on this highway. I swear, every weekday, some guy calls up his friend and goes, “Hey Fred, you know what would be a great time? Wanna call…

There. I said it.

Why is everyone obsessed with the extinction of the album?

People say listeners don’t want it. That kids in their twenties just want that sweet, sweet hit of dopamine and be on their merry way.

Maybe I’m just unromantic. “Don’t you believe in love at first sight,” you’d say?

When it comes to music I don’t.

Exhibit A: There’s this musician I really dig, Kate Bollinger. The thing is, I completely forgot I liked her.

I’m not sure if any of her singles/EPs are longer than 15 minutes. I heard one of her tracks back in…

Six months is a lifetime. Longer than that. Eons.

I realized this last week when I was going through some old film last week that I shot back February. It was surreal: photos of crowded bars, people touching, and — the one that really jumped out at me — a candid I grabbed at a dollar slice joint.

This photo’s nothing special, a forgettable moment from a forgettable day. So why does looking at this feel like a ton of bricks?

At least that’s how it feels for me. I took this before a gig at Berlin Under A in…

Welcome to a (very) belated special Labor Day-themed episode of Well Versed.

There’s something ironic about Labor Day. We live in a country that has historically had the most disorganized labor organizations out of any modern industrialized nation. It’s a day better known for the slashed prices at Kohl’s and Macy’s than the actual people the holiday was made for. In fact, the unions that started the holiday aren’t even around anymore. …

With the COVID crisis/the disassembling of NYC as we know it, I’ve been living back in my hometown since March now. When I’m not singing my little heart out until my moms tells me to shut up, or baking sourdough pizzas with a kind of fervor that critics have described as “uncompromising,” “hubristic,” and “have you thought about seeing a therapist?”, I like to while away my time at my old high school track.

— nothing weird, I go there to run, I swear!

It’s a surreal experience because it’s like nothing’s changed since I was a kid: the same…

“Billy Joel…

…in his prime, was he ever cool?” someone recently asked me.

“Billy Joel? Not cool?” I said/screamed, spitting out my (hypothetical) coffee.

I was shocked — shocked to find there were Billy Joel-haters here. So I’m going to let you guys all in on a little-known secret. Billy Joel is, in fact, perennially cool.

Okay, I admit I may be a little biased. The first show I ever saw was Billy Joel. In 6th grade I watched this man play the piano with his forehead and I was immediately hooked. I still remember when he played Stiletto. It was the…

Pinegrove, you guys

If you’re not familiar with Pinegrove, they’re the band you dreamt about starting when you were sixteen.

Not only do they sound fucking great, but you get this sense of camaraderie when you see them perform. If you don’t know them, stop listening to this podcast right now and go look them up on youtube. They are one of the tightest, most joyful bands you could listen to. Excellent musicianship, ridiculously tight harmony, and, most importantly, terrific songwriting.

This is especially true when it comes to the fan-favorite, “Old Friends.” Today, I want to focus on the most well-known part…

Right now, you’re probably consuming more art than you ever have before. What else are you going to do? You’re stuck in your house all day, you can’t go get a drink, you can barely buy groceries, and New York is telling you to stop fucking. You might as well watch a show, listen to an old record, or read a book if you’re feeling particularly saucy. While that’s going on, most indie artists are about to have a pretty rough go. Is that irony? I don’t know. I was never the best at spotting it. (All I remember about…


Musician, writer, and outspoken owner of the Dallas Mavericks

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