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Elegy for Rachael

I'm sad that I won't see Rachael anymore but fortunate to have had her to call a friend. I talked with her about why maybe ritual and religion was NOT so important, and she told me why maybe it was.…

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Thinking of Dad

Today is my fathers birthday.
He was born in a bathtub on Houston Street, named Henry, and since all the Lower East Side kids of his generation had Yiddish or Hebrew (or some combination of the two) nicknames, he became…

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I Believe

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Do90DzmOXJs

 

screwed in the menorah bulbs to let the neighbors know

That we were special in a coupla ways and maybe even
Chosen to be solemn, saved or something. Daddy never did explain
And never did no jewish things and…

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Kim

The next to last time I saw my brother was on august 1, 2001.  Jenn and I were in the middle of a move and our new apartment in shambles, he’d left tons of lugging to us and  disappeared (as…

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62 Impala

(The car in this completely true story was recently featured in a song which appears on my upcoming record, "Life is Long".  In the song, I change the car to another of my brothers lemons....a Green Rambler.)

 

I was 19…

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9/11: 9 years after

The views from the kitchen window of the 5th floor apartment I grew up in in Queens were often spectacular.  Polluted pink and orange sunsets over Manhattan and the steady flow of nighttime air traffic to JFK and La…

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The Ghost of Sean Lennon

I question bringing this up, but I keep thinking about it.  

 

Sometimes when I meet a celebrity or a hotshot I experience this confusing mix of awe and compassion and  sameness and  frustration and pride and envy.

Going to hear…

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love is a verb

Love is a verb.  It’s something you do. Writing a song that begins with those 2 lines...coming soon.    I desire more love in the world.  In my world.  In yours.  It’s a remedy I have seen heal profound hurts.  It…

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My step grandmother and the gassy mutt called Ollie.

On the couch with Oliver who’s beneath my feet, stretched out like he’s waiting for his next trick, I hear farts.  I smell farts.  Very clear.  Loud.  Forget the smell….not going there.  But it brings me back to a very…

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begin

Should start with today, then will move about…4/24 marks the anniversary of the day my mom died.  She was the one diagnosed with a terminal illness, but who outlived my dad by 12 days & my brother by 8 months…