Category Archives: New York Stuff

Check Out Mere at CMJ

Mere Video Shoot

How exciting is this: my band Mere is rocking the CMJ Music Marathon in NYC in a few weeks!! We played SXSW last March, and now we’re playing CMJ! As indie music festivals go, those are the two big ones, so it’s a real treat to play them both.

Obviously, once the CMJ folks see how much enthusiasm I’ve expressed over the gig, and my use of the word “treat,” they’ll probably rescind their offer in favor of some Brooklyn band with a theremin, but just in case they don’t, here are some details. The show is Friday, Oct. 23rd at Ace of Clubs, and we’ll be taking the stage around 10:45 pm. And I’ll be playing the drums for this show,  with Rock Reilly on the bass, and the brilliant Christian Bruculleri playing rhythm guitar and singing some backup vox. I think Mere fans will really like the new configuration, so if you’re in NYC, come on out and have fun with us. (We’re way more fun than that theremin band)

Visitors!

We’re now officially halfway through the post-delivery “visitor phase” of Bumblebee’s young life: Corinne’s mother, father, and sisters+bro in law have been out to stay with us and meet the baby, and my brother and parents will be coming out in the next few weeks.

We love having family around; it’s been especially good for Corinne to have company while she adjusts to being home during the days instead of at the office. But I always feel a little guilty when we have out-of-town company.

Not because our apartment’s smaller than they’re used to, or because we don’t have a closet or a spare bathroom to offer guests. More just because I feel like we’re letting our company down if they’re not having an amazing New York experience.

When Corinne’s family was here, much of our time was spent trekking back and forth to Whole Foods, playing Rock Band, walking around, eating at various neighborhood restaurants, and watching music videos (I’m teaching Bumblebee the moves to Shakira’s “She Wolf”–they’re never too young!).

It’s all fun stuff, and it’s the kind of stuff Corinne and I do when we don’t have company, but it’s not, like, party-in-The-Big-City type of stuff. Like, we should be hanging out with Jay-Z and partying with Lady GaGa on the set of her new video shoot.

Oh well. Our neighborhood is a lot more fun now that we have a Whole Foods. It opened last Thursday, and I think Corinne has been there 5 of the 6 days it’s been open. I’ve been there thrice. Their dessert bar is way better than anything Jay-Z has to offer.

Come to New York: The City of Organic Lemon Bars and All-Night Rock Band Tournaments!

Time Warner Cable is Still Evil


Those of you who followed my Twitter feed back in February and March know that I’m no great fan of Time Warner Cable. I won’t get into the specifics of my beef with them; suffice it to say that my list of grievances is frustrating and not short.

My friend shared an interesting tidbit of information about them tonight. If you’re a TWC, Verizon FiOS, or AT&T cable subscriber, you already know that those companies strongly urge customers to sign up for their “Triple Play” packages (cable, internet, phone). TWC calls me every once in a while to remind me that I have no phone service and that I should sign up for it—ironic, right?

Anyway, my buddy did sign up for the Triple Play because it was cheaper than just getting the TV/Internet package. He never used the phone service, never gave the number out, and pretty much just ignored its existence.

The funny thing is, telemarketers call him. Now, I ask you: Who do you think sold his phone number to the telemarketers? Perhaps the telecom company that pressured him into signing up for the phone service in the first place? The company that priced the phone service so it’s cheaper to get than not to get?

Boy, I tell ya, if TWC didn’t have a monopoly in my neighborhood, I’d really give em the what-for before dropping them and going with another provider! Good thing for them I can’t do that, right?

Saturday Night’s Alright for Blighting


Just today, during our morning constitutional, Corinne remarked that the number of homeless people hanging out on the neighborhood church’s steps has increased of late. It’s true. There have always been one or two guys there, sleeping on a piece of cardboard or teaching tricks to their fleas or whatever. But lately, there have been as many as a dozen, some of them sleeping in those cardboard-box forts that homeless people make when they find a hospitable doorway in which to settle down long-term.

I don’t particularly mind; the increase in homeless people hasn’t led to a corresponding increase in panhandling, though the block the church is on does occasionally smell like urine (that was Corinne’s Homeless Observation two nights ago).

Tonight, my friend Daniel and I discovered just why these guys had picked The Church of the Holy Name of Jesus. At around 11:15 pm, just as we were walking by, two large vans pulled up in front of the church. A gaggle of college girls spilled out of the vans, immediately attracting the crowd of homeless men, to which the college girls dispensed sandwiches and beverages.

Now, this is New York City on a Saturday night. Every single single male in the city is out tonight trying to find a girl who’s willing to make him a sandwich when he’s hungry, and here are two vansfull of girls doing just that. Daniel’s first thought was that we should take off our shirts and get in line for some food.

Anyway, a note to all the single guys at the downtown clubs tonight, hoping for some action: UR DOING IT WRONG! Come uptown and hang out on the church steps! You can even leave the Axe Bodyspray at home–these girls don’t care how you smell.

A Neighborhood Tour

It’s amazing the stuff you can see within a ten-minute walk of your apartment here in Manhattan. In the Financial District we had the Stock Exchange, the courthouse where Washington was sworn in as president, the burial place of Alexander Hamilton, the Fulton Fish Market, and the cool buildings on old Stone Street, to name just a few. It was one of the most historic neighborhoods in the country, and I really loved it there, despite the hordes of tourists.

Corinne and I moved to the Upper West Side a few months ago, and at first I figured there wouldn’t be much to see, since it’s mostly a residential neighborhood. But there’s tons of cool stuff up here.

The alignment of a beautiful Sunday afternoon and the recent purchase of our first D-SLR resulted in a perfect afternoon of walking around the neighborhood shooting the sights. I’m still learning how to use the camera (a Canon XSi), so I didn’t get every shot the way I wanted it. Overall though, this camera takes darn good pics…its only limitation is due to the guy holding it.

The full collection of photos is on my Flickr page, but here are a few of the highlights (all of them unedited):

This church is just a block away from our apartment, and still rings the bells on Sundays. Behind it, of course, is a shiny glass temple of gentrification.

This is the statuary outside the Cathedral of St. John the Divine, 10 blocks north of our place.

Another one of St. John’s. I don’t know that I’ve ever seen a more amazing building…every inch of the outside and inside is incredibly ornate.

And man, those Catholic architects know how to make a guy feel small.

This is one of my favorite spots in the city: A tree-lined walking lane in Riverside Park along the Hudson River that stretches as far as the eye can see.

I love this shot of a dad and his kid looking at each other across the fountain of the Fireman’s Memorial on 100th St.

The Columbia campus is seriously amazing. Here’s a shot of the quad. Well, half the quad, and the other half is nearly as impressive.

That’s it for here. Wanna see more? Go to Flickr or come visit!

Baby’s Bedtime Playlist

Our Fourth of July was great this year. We went downtown to Battery Park with some friends for a free Jenny Lewis/Connor Oberst concert (Corinne and I are Jenny Lewis fans).

It was as good an afternoon as one could hope for—hanging out on a blanket in the park with the tall Wall St. buildings on one side and the Hudson River and Statue of Liberty on the other. And there’s no better way to nap in the park than to doze off to Connor Oberst’s singing. I’m not a huge fan of his, but if I were hiring someone to sing my wife and I to sleep every night, he’d be on the shortlist of candidates.

Anyway, that reminded me to make a sleep-time playlist for the baby before she gets here in the next few weeks. Like every music-loving parent, Corinne and I can’t wait to have someone new in the house to enjoy music with.

So here’s the first of many baby-centric playlists: The Bedtime Mix.

The Sleeptime All-Stars in my book are Hem and Norah Jones—any tune off of “Rabbit Songs” or “Feels Like Home” is going to be a good one, and Norah’s side project, The Little Willies, have some good ones too. Corinne will probably add some Innocence Mission, Kings of Convenience, Sun Kill Moon, and more Iron and Wine, but I don’t really know those bands that well.

Anyway, enough talk. Have a listen, and let me know if you have any suggestions of your own!

The Overwhelming Suckitude of June 2009

June sucks. Can I just go to sleep and have it be July when I wake up? It’s rained like every day this month. Two of our closest friends in the city, the lynch pins of our entire social circle, are moving at the end of the month—to L.A., no less! (What, a Laker championship isn’t enough, you greedy, greedy town?) And I just found out this week that some of my closest work buddies are leaving the company.

June sucks.

I’m blaming the economy. It cost my wife her great job back in the early days of it, it’s driven my friends away from the city to cheaper parts of the country, and it’s resulted in an incredible amount of job loss among friends of mine at work and in the media and tech industries.

I keep waiting for it to start feeling like The Grapes of Wrath or Cinderella Man or something—will it ever? There’s been a slight behavioral shift in spending habits and so on, and everyone’s a bit more pessimistic now, but at what point do we start internalizing the attitudes of the era, like our grandparents did with the Great Depression? Are we going to be a generation that comes out of hard times forever altered? Or does this particular point in history even qualify as a “hard time”? (After all, unemployed people lined up today outside the Apple Store to plunk down credit cards for a new iPhones; our grandparents would have boxed their ears for such extravagance).

Anyway, I now have first-hand knowledge of urban flight. Almost all my Wall Street friends and acquaintances have left (luckily, they all still read my blog), as have quite a few other young professionals that were supposed to be the future of this city.

So, didn’t mean to get all weird about it, just wanted to share my informed opinion that June sucks, and especially June 2009. If any of you can think of any redeeming qualities for June, please share. But know that if you tell me it’s sunny and nice where you are, I will respond with vitriol.

Blogging is Scary!

It’s always scary when I write an article for a new outlet, and such was especially the case with my first post on By Common Consent post (it posted yesterday).

For those of you who don’t know about it, BCC is a…hmmm…I’d call it an intellectual Mormon blog, but they might chafe at the term “intellectual.” Who knows. It’s a place where smart mormons talk about smart mormon things, and it has an incredibly engaged and vocal audience of readers and commenters. If you say something dumb on there, they’ll nicely let you know (and back it up with chapter and verse, or sociological studies, or Kierkegaard or something). Anyway, I’ve been a fan and off-and-on reader of the site for a few years now, so it was a thrill and a horror to see my own ideas discussed by people much more intelligent than me–I learned a lot yesterday about the topic I wrote about.

The post is online here, if you’re interested. Not interested in the mormon stuff? I wrote a much less scary first post for a friend’s site called TheNYCityDish here, on my hunt for the best horchata in Manhattan. (it’s on the Upper East Side–bummer)

Every Telcoms Are Evil Evil Evil (but sometimes the reps are nice)


Eff them all. Seriously, dealing with your cable company shouldn’t send you spiraling into catatonic apathy or homicidal rage. And yet it always does.

My most recent experience has been with Time Warner Cable, which, when we signed up for a new activation for our new apartment, didn’t have an available installation appointment for 17 DAYS. Imagine me without the internet or TV for 17 DAYS! In offline time, that’s like 119 years! And of course we move to the one building in Manhattan where every Wi-Fi network is locked up.

The lady on the phone (Joanne) was very nice—she even gave me her direct line and told me to call back later to see if anything had opened up—but the wait was just too long. I wrote an email explaining that hey, if you’re making me miss work because you don’t have evening hours AND making me pay an activation fee AND making me wait 17 days for activation, that’s just bad business. I got a note back saying “We don’t have any earlier appointments.” Um, yeah. That’s my point.

I took my grievance to Twitter, where a TWC rep promptly responded to my cry for help. He ended up calling me that night, actually, putting me in touch with their client-services team (or whatever they were called). They also were fairly understanding, and finagled a new appointment for me that was 24 hours earlier than my old one. 16 days instead of 17, and yet I felt like I’d fought the good fight and won. Sheesh.

The most frustrating thing is, I can’t just take my business elsewhere. There is no one else. Read the Yelp reviews for TWC…I wouldn’t even buy a slice of pizza from a business that was so poorly rated/reviewed, and yet I have to dish out almost $100 a month to them. Our old building had FiOS Internet (not FiOS TV though), but our new building just has TWC and maybe RCN, but RCN isn’t any better reviewed, so what’s the point?


And speaking of FiOS, Natali was apparently sent into a murderous rage by them today. She rants about the whole thing on Buzz Out Loud. And to think, this whole time I was jealous of her for having FiOS TV when I only had FiOS internet. You seriously can’t win when it comes to telcoms.

Settling In

We’re finally moved and almost settled in our new place on the Upper West Side, and overall, I like it. With every new apartment there are little quirks to get used to, and they can be really annoying at first, but you learn to live with them.

There are, admittedly, a lot of quirks with this apartment. For instance, it’s our first time living in a place with thin walls and creaky floors, so we hear/smell everything that’s going on around us. That will definitely take some getting used to, as will the tapping in the hot radiator pipes throughout the apartment. It’s also the first time our bedroom has overlooked a busy street, so it might take a few days to adjust to the extra noise. But hey, one of our first apartments was right by train tracks, and the big freight trains lumbering through at 4AM were required by law to blow their horns to warn cars. We got used to it, and compared to that, we’re living in a zen garden now!

There are also a few, er, bigger issues with our new place, like the lack of a working refrigerator, but that’ll get taken care of, and in the meantime we get to sample the local restaurants!

And for every little negative there’s a big positive. For instance, the apartment itself is newly remodeled, big, and significantly cheaper than our old place. Thanks for the rent reduction, crappy economy! And it’s our first time living in a predominantly residential neighborhood in Manhattan, so we’re overwhelmed by all the conveniences that are nearby. Hardware stores on every block! Five 24/7 drugstores and three large grocery stores within two blocks of our apartment! Restaurants everywhere! Parks on either side of us! Errands we used to have to get on a subway for are now just around the corner.

The biggest positive, of course, is that our kid will have his/her own room, with plenty of indoor space to play and lots of parks nearby. That’s quite a luxury in this town. Just don’t touch the radiator pipes, Junior.