As I type this, I’m sitting on a vinyl-coated bench at the tiny-yet-spaciously-intriguing Root Hill Cafe in Park Slope. It took me an hour to get here from Astoria by train, but that hour is well spent on the pursuit of a boundless opportunity — a new open mic. Open mics are a huge part…
Remember 6 months ago, when Facebook forced us all to talk about ourselves in.the third person, by starting every status with “(First Name) (Last Name) is:”, and then they took the “is” away so we could decide for ourselves whether to be narcissistic douches? I’d like to think we’re better as a society with the…
A special thanks is in order, to the crowd that came out last night. That was an hour of pure privilege. Picking a performing art as a career involves a lot of self-assurance and a thick skin. You hear “no” so much more often than “yes,” and you deal with a lot of callous disrespect…
Be sure to come see me at Caffe Vivaldi tonight, at 8:30 PM! It’s on Bleecker and Jones St, super-close to the W 4th St stop on the BDFV. I’m playing with my friend Andy Mac on percussion, it’s going to be awesome!
Having now done sound at a club for four months (half of that time doing it 6 nights a week), I have a new mission in life: I want to call every sound engineer I’ve ever had and apologize. Then, I want to make a series of resolutions for how I will deal with all…