This month’s column begins and ends with a pot of boiling water. The first one was decades ago, in a small apartment in Rego Park, New York. A tiny silver...
We musicians are brutal on ourselves. All we notice is who does things better than we do. There seems to be no end of criteria we...
I am writing this on my father’s birthday, 27 years since his last one alive. Both kids are here—my son home from college, my daughter in...
We’ve all heard the expression “forgive and forget.” I remember seeing a fictionalized version of Franklin and Eleanor Roosevelt’s life, in which Eleanor mused that the...
This has been my lyric-writing mantra for decades now. The idea is, if you get stuck, ignore everything—rhythm, rhyme, syllables, “voice”—and just say the truest thing...
Last year at this time, I talked about an alternative to resolutions: A rubric of personal accountability. This year I want to go in the opposite...
I got my first “happy holidays” of the year today, and that means you get to hear my yearly exhortation on the matter, which is this:...
Let’s talk about time. First, so we’re all clear: time is made up. To be sure, we experience life in sequence, with memories that separate past...
NOTE: This is a reprint of a blog post I made four years ago. I get asked about it each year at this time, so I...
