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It’s a phrase musicians use frequently, and it happens on many levels (or not at all) depending on the night, the band members, the mood, the rapport with the audience, or a je ne sais quoi. I have heard it happen, live and on recording. But one night stands out in my mind as the…
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As many of you know, I did a long story for the (now defunct) Philadelphia Inquirer Sunday Magazine in September, 1988. It was, in a way, my baptism by…
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As I read so many 2022 best/favorite album lists, I think back to my early years in Murray Hill. I was writing for Musician magazine. There was an…
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The narrow path I shoveled up the steps iced over quickly, so I salted, chopped, shoveled again, resalted. And the doctor’s wife called, saying he had…
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I did this many years ago for The Philadelphia Inquirer. In case you missed it…enjoy it now. One of the most enjoyable stories I’ve done.
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When I was little, my parents spoke Italian from time to time, when they didn’t want us to understand them. They spoke a dialect, but I didn’t know it…
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