"I Hear The Songs That I Didn't Write... I Hear What They Sounded Like..."

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Sometimes I fantasize about living in a small town, where I know everyone, and all the stores are owned by the people who live there.  Why is there something so empowering about local ownership?  Last night, Ardi and I had dinner at Luis' grocery store / restaurant, Urban Rustic.

121307UrbanRustic1.jpgAfterwards, we hung out on a baseball field with Matt Katz.  Luis met up with us and we watched Raiders of the Lost Arc, projected onto the wall of his loft.  I felt like I didn't live in New York.

Casey and I have been scheduling recording sessions for my new solo album.  With luck, we'll be finished by the end of the summer.  Making a record is thrilling, scary and really, really hard.  We start on Saturday.  I'm petrified.

You know what tastes like Flavorice?  Beet lemonade. 

Also, compare and contrast this Creaky Boards song written in 2007 and this Coldplay song released in 2008:




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Dan

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