One’s musical taste is developed in three acts: junior high, high school and college. That was the 1980s for me. And the biggest influence on us Gen Xers can be summed up in three letters: MTV.
Compared to a year ago, the scene on the streets and in restaurants, parks and other parts of New York City is infinitely brighter. Hope is here, and we’re gonna be okay.
There are many great songs about this great town, and this is just a little ten song collection of some of my favorites from a mix of eras and genres.
Sometimes I’m in the mood for a good instrumental, like a film score or a piece of classical. This week’s list includes some favorites.
For this week, a little feel-good bubblegum to lighten the mood.
It’s been a rough haul for a myriad of reasons. A real pressure cooker. This playlist was spawned from an urge to “bust out” a little bit with some of my favorite rock tunes.
A small selection of little movie soundtracks to start the week.
People love to hate the subway. But in spite of all its problems (and it has many), I love the New York City Subway.
My prescribed sartorial on-camera upgrade for podcast host, writer, professor, emergent prince of all media and my future ex-boyfriend, Scott Galloway.
When Covid-19 hit, many New Yorkers skipped town, assuming that the suburbs would be safer during the pandemic. That assumption was not necessarily accurate.
A new feel-good playlist as we start a new year with new hope. As always, enjoy what you like and leave the rest.
In this re-engagement with the podcast, I’m recalling (and adding to) the values I explored when I created this blog more than a decade ago.
I had the distinct pleasure of being the subject of a new short video from the fine folks at Streetfilms in NYC.
We all love a t-shirt. And a custom, made-to-order process that leaves no waste or unsold garments is a compelling one. But can (or will) people spend $64 for one?
As I sit here writing this, alone, in the middle of one of the scariest periods in our lifetime, I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else in the world.
The decline in eyesight that comes with middle age does not mean one needs to be condemned to ugly drugstore reading glasses.