I’ve been in London on business all week, and I’ve been trying desperately to squeeze in at least one show while I’m here. With a free evening ahead of me tonight, I may just head over to Underworld to see [...]
CoolMom and I could have planned for this a little better. We’d dragged our feet on getting a Tuesday night babysitter; so CoolMom ended up staying home with the girls, while I headed out for the show. This was one [...]
Ducktails is the solo (-ish) side project of Real Estate guitarist and Ridgewood, NJ native Matt Mondanile. It started out as a purely solo, mostly instrumental, home-recording effort and has since branched out into much more of a “band” with [...]
I enjoy a good margarita. For me, a good margarita is three parts 100% agave, silver tequila, 1 part good triple sec (Cointreau, Citrónge) or brandy-based orange liqueur, 1 part fresh-squeezed lime. Shake with ice. Pour over ice into a [...]
“I’ll take Manhattan in a garbage bag / with Latin written on it that says, / ‘It’s hard to give a shit these days.’ / Manhattan’s sinkin’ like a rock / into the filthy Hudson. / What a shock. / [...]
I’ve never written a song, but I’ve often heard songwriting described as a “process.” Joe Michelini let us in on a bit of his own process last night as he performed a solo, acoustic set at The Berkeley Bar in Asbury [...]
Sometimes you can be direct without being direct. You can let everybody know that you’re not here to take any crap without coming right out and saying, “I’m not taking any crap.” Amy Klein used to play guitar in the [...]
CoolDaughter #1 had another two-day swim meet this weekend. Early warm-ups at Princeton meant that I had to get up before dawn on both days to make the drive. I sadly, therefore, decided against attending any of the Light of [...]
They wait for the right moment. When the moment comes, they climb to the stage, bull their way past the security, and rush their target only to stop and hug him ever so gently while placing their head on his [...]
We see it from Tony’s perspective every time. The bell rings as the door at Holsten’s opens, and Tony looks up to see the next person coming into the diner. The bell rings one, last time. We should see Meadow [...]
