i just can't recall what started it all or how to begin the end

I might have to go to the corner bodega and get an outside opinion because the view from this side of the mirror hasn't convinced me just yet. This has been a week of pure and unadulterated insanity. At first I was simply expecting a nocturnal schedule for a few days, but I've actually doubled my week at this point. When you sleep for four hours at a stretch every 12 hours, you wind up with two Tuesdays, a handful of Wednesdays and Thursday (was that yesterday?) becomes a national holida… Continue

I probably should preface this with some kind of disclaimer along the lines of, "I'm sorry if you, a friend or a family member are an employee of a police department..." but fuck that. I can count the number of good cops I've encountered in my lifetime on two fingers and, trust me, I've had my fair share of run-ins with the law. The Scene: It's shortly after 10am this morning and my bass player, Ryan, and I are passing through Westchester, NY, en route to Bridgeport, CT. As I'm exiting… Continue

because today was not an easy day - i'm not looking to bitch and moan to a group populated mainly by strangers, but I need to clear my head a little bit and run through the bullet-points before the ambien kicks in... - 8am - wake-up. by no means a stretch for most people in The Working World, and certainly not difficult since i cut most forms of alcohol out of my diet in the last week (see previous post on my acid-reflux/vocal-chord issues), but i don't like doing it. i stopped working at a des… Continue

it's entirely work-safe, trust me. it's the recon photo from when a very expensive doctor snaked a long tube through my right sinus, down my throat and asked me to go "EEEEEEEEEE" in falsetto - all the while trying to override my inherent (and barbarically violent) gag-reflex. the verdict? acid reflux, swollen chords, asymmetry in the movement of the right chord and the potential existence of a… Continue

(Ed Note - this post began at 2am - we can't hold the author responsible, but all of us at the central office know that this is only going to get worse. Please bear with us or just switch over to the test pattern on that UHF station) As a wee child, my father was rather intent on letting me have a properly balanced low-brow/high-brow education. He was all about the Marx Brothers, Frank Zappa, Bird Parker and early Italian sports cars. Moms was the granola kitten who always made me listen to Rav… Continue