My Secret Career

Has any city (or in this case two cities) had a year like Minneapolis had in 1984? For those not in the know, the Triple Crown is an unoffic...

Pretend. Pretend you have been an avid fan of mine for forty years.  Pretend you wait with bated breath for my next release. Pretend you fol...

Sometimes you don’t need an album. Sometimes a few songs gather together and resist addition. I wish New Mischief had turned into a full-fle...

My childhood nickname was Onion. Which is ironic because I absolutely hate onions. But I never minded the nickname. Teammates called for pas...

I am winding this project up by highlighting each “album” along the way. By the time I left Rhode Island for New York City in the fall of 19...

This one accidentally became an album. I don’t even remember when I got my first smart phone. I suppose I could ask the algorithm and it cou...

Music will always be about the album. Forever. Here is that essential album for any band or artist. The double album. The concept album/doub...

I recorded this one in my office on Sunset Boulevard while writing on the Starz sitcom “Survivor’s Remorse” in 2016.  I kept my acoustic at ...

I have a penchant for writing songs about places that I have lived. First there was “Always Leaving Providence”, then “Good Bye New York”, a...

Occasionally something comes to you that seems like it came from someone/somewhere else. Driving along one day in LA, I saw a street sign. R...