I was sitting in the lobby of the St. Regis and Brent said he likes old things, that he hates buying new shit. If you saw my wardrobe, you’d see I agree. Not only do I hate to shop, the old shit fits, I know it works. Until it doesn’t. A fellow hockey player moved […]

I was singing Beatle songs in my dream. This was after I hit on the waitress. I was in San Francisco. I’d just arrived from the airport in a limo the size of a living room. And I’d left my new Mac tablet in the vehicle when I went to check into the hotel. And […]

Fierce and independent.  That not only describes Jon Stoll, but Arny and Jerry over at JAM, all the cats who said no to Bob Sillerman. Can you imagine turning down millions?  Double digit millions?  That’s what these guys did.  They all loved cash, but it wasn’t the most important thing.  They loved music.  And they […]

 My feet are finally coming back to life. When I was eleven, my mother and father took me to Mohawk Mountain, in West Cornwall, Connecticut. It wasn’t planned, it wasn’t discussed, my father just came home from work and suggested it to my mother and off we went. I’m not sure what my dad was […]