I’d say I was homesick, but what is home but a creaky bed, a cluttered desk, and a wilted basil plant?

Bellingham, WA – Monday, Aug. 30, 2010. Weather: partly cloudy, 75 degrees, dry, beautiful. Coffee: overrated. hell-bent for purgatory Pacific Northwesterners are coffee snobs, which might have been justifiable in the first decade A.S. (After Starbucks) but I have Southside Coffee two blocks from my Brooklyn apartment and they draw espresso as good as anything …

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Ballad Camp – 1,001 ways to kiss your stone-dead lover

Anais and I work really well together, and I’m excited for our collaborations this summer and beyond. In a quiet moment, she told me that she trusted my songwriting instincts, and even if the first idea wasn’t a keeper, a good one would ultimately prevail. This meant a lot to me, coming from a songwriter as gifted as she (have you heard Hadestown yet?), and I confessed to her that I was a self-loathing egomaniac but at least I had a warm heart.

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