I’m alive and I’m free Who wouldn’t wanna be me Dr. Becker goes to more shows than I do. We forget how many fans there are. Insiders stay in catering, conversing, whereas those who pay to get in, live for the music. I know, I know, physicals are passe, you no longer need them. Hogwash. […]

How do it know? I left Sherman Oaks at 3:15. Got to Ojai at 4:37. Right to the minute. There was unforeseen traffic getting on to the 101. But once I hit Woodland Hills I was going 80. How did the machine calculate for that? Not that the app is always right. I had to […]

Just like I pictured it. Does anybody get Stevie Wonder references anymore? I just saw a play, so whacked, that asked the same question about Steely Dan. The two characters were Becker and Fagen fanatics, they wondered if we knew the lyrics, anything beyond the band’s William S. Burroughs inspired name and song titles. Things […]

My father taught me to be skeptical. Middlebury taught me how to interact with the rich. And seemingly every day since I’ve gone to school, even if it hasn’t taken place in a classroom. I just listened to Tom Brokaw on David Axelrod’s podcast. He was telling the story of questioning President Nixon about executive […]