I learned it the hard way. Can’t buy me love I made lawyers rich. I bought them cars, memberships for golf courses. I tore my family apart. Hurt the kids. Lost a small fortune. I fell into a glorious all-American thirst trap and sent my life off the rails into hell. I stood on a bridge high above the river…

Noah Baumbach unleashes our confused over-thinking mind on the unsuspecting world. White Noise’ is brilliant. Don Dellio’s 1985 postmodern novel was called “unadaptable.” Why? Because the novel shapeshifts like a chameleon taped to a kladiscope. Life, my friend, is dominated by the cereal aisle and TV on one side, and scary mortality on the other. Good luck making sense of it. …

The election is over. Hooray! — I wake up and smile. We’re past it. Come on. Breathe. You know you’re happy about it. The election is over! Damn, American elections have become a swamp of lies and fear, and broken relationships. Most politicians have lost their minds. Policy is a non-starter. Anger is the flag we…

Every small business works the same way. The character of the business, how the business goes about the business, is a top down situation. It’s the biggest insight you can get into the workings of a business. How the C-suite leads their lives. How they talk. A business that’s rough…

How a new brand use sonic branding to impact global markets — Put your brand everywhere There’s a long stretch of tunnel, the subway picking up speed, the riders bent over their phones, some with their eyes buried in books. I see the novel IQ84 in one woman’s hand and watch her face. She’s lost in the unfolding Murakami world. …

I spent years producing these wizards of breath. Here’s one story. Denizens of the Voiceover Booth This is a story of a city night in late October, years ago now, and a time of particular pleasure, brought by the best work. Selling pizza, or beer, or burgers, or perhaps a train trip. I do not remember which, and it doesn’t matter. What does matter is the…

Close your eyes and hear my words. I like to add a dimensionally to my writing. Film. Graphic novels. And I like my writing to have a pulse. A rhythm. A beat. So I write poetry and lyrics and scripts too. Every format has a different feel to it. Locking…

I don’t know what I’m talking about. But then neither does anybody else. When it comes to the economy it’s a guess, it’s a dream, but it’s rarely reality, and never common sense. If you believe it’s okay to speculate on real estate and drive the cost of housing constantly…

They never stop. The roadie’s lament. Arenas are big places. You get there first thing in the morning and start to walk. Back and forth. Pushing anvil cases. Hauling cable. Working for rock and roll. I get this gig working for Bruce Springsteen. I’m talking years ago, college days, and…