Recorded in my basement. Josh Machniak played bass. Old cover photo by Scott Stimac. There’s only winners tonight, so make your try.

A song I wrote and recorded on the spot, after morning coffee/reading. I’ve embraced the guitar solo the past few years and this one felt really good.

My band KIND BEAST released a 12″ EP. Full-length album soon.

ORDER HERE: https://downpeninsulaaudio.com/

A year ago, some friends and I got together and improvised about ten hours of music. Here’s a ten-minute piece taken from that session. Derek Grant on drums, Josh Machniak on bass, Erik Maluchnik on guitar, Mike Teager on saxophone.

New essay “The Sixteenth Tape” published in Creative Nonfiction Magazine’s TRUE STORY series. Careful, it’s a wild one.

https://www.creativenonfiction.org/products/true-story-issue-23

I found a knife today, the blade of which is engraved on each side. One side has the words “ONE IN MY HEART” and the other “ONE IN EACH SIDE.” This would be a terrifying gift to receive from an ex-lover, yet it was a gift from my dear friend and musical compatriot Kevin Brace——mailed to me at my apartment in Flatbush, Brooklyn a couple years back. It arrived without note.

The engraved words are lyrics to a song I wrote years ago, 2002, for a band called Leaving Rouge. Back when we believed music could heal everything, that it held the answers. The spell. I thought I’d share that oldie here, the work of a twenty-three year old dreamer and some good friends: You Could Be The Knife.

Over at Brooklyn Rail, I interviewed my friend Katherine Faw about her new novel Ultraluminous.

I still make music on occasion and it usually sounds like the Midwest. Although I wrote this song last year while I had pneumonia, shut inside my Flatbush, BK cage, it was about Ypsilanti. Neon-night driving, windows down. Midnight cowboy dreams.