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Givers & Takers – Start The Morning

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If you’re a sucker for soulful basslines, smooth vocals and a swig of your morning coffee or a hit of that morning cigarette, “Start The Morning” by Givers & Takers will become an instant favorite.

Morning routines become ritual. It’s the one of the few times of the day where we are left alone with our thoughts. At least for me, that’s why I love starting my mornings dark and early, before the sun has even come up. I get to be alone with all of my craziest thoughts while reading all of the craziest news the world has to offer. I can pass judgement on everyone without anyone knowing. I get to shake my head in disgust at the political policies and current happenings of other countries. I’m able to yell my loudest (on the inside) at our own country of hypocritical rules, regulations, agendas and ideas. The most empathetic moments in my life have been at the times where I can be the most alone with my thoughts.

It’s rare that anyone enjoys to be disrupted in their rituals by anything, so this track will be happily and warmly accepted and embraced on this Thursday morning. Whatever your morning rituals are, late or extra early, you are most likely to enjoy the smooth sounds your about to hear. In fact, do yourself a favor and put it on repeat if you have some of that assembly type work to get out of your “Things To Do List”.

No matter where you are this morning, East Coast in NYC, Boston or Philly; West Coast in LA, Portland or Seattle, “Start The Morning” is the perfect tune to begin another full day of life to live.

Come a long, long way
For you to show me.
Just how long it takes,
To clean the pipes
And start the morning.”


Midweek Mini Mix – January 2016


One of my hidden treasures whenever I’m back in NYC is a hidden Italian restaurant on the Upper West Side named Regional. It’s on Broadway and 100th St., and it keeps evolving fast in front of my face. I’ve walked in there and seen Prince Harry, Cristiano Ronaldo and Irina Shayk, Matt Damon and Al Pacino, but what’s more important than that, is that the staff here may have not even noticed any of them. I love that. A place where no one else matters more than any other human being. A place where the energy is good, the food is fantastic and the crowd is always pleasing.

I wanted to make a mix for today that represented a wider variety of tunes than some of us may be used to. Sort of like the wide variety of people that I keep encountering over at Regional every time I stop by. Columbia Students, Celebrities, Ultra Rich and Ultra Hip, models, writers, soccer moms and dad coaches. Variety, in life, is not as evil as some would say.

I started with only songs received within the past day that had great sound to them. A good friend of mine just wrote a piece for Headliner Magazine that argues, very convincingly, that great quality music has all the value when it comes to the business of music. I tend to agree, so I sifted through the pile of organized submissions (shout out to and handpicked all the songs with exemplary sound. Music that will sound phenomenal on any platform you choose playback from.

This little mini mix definitely houses a certain vibe to it. It’s probably just a chill, work-mode sound that ironically helps the rest of today go by just a little faster. A little smoother; a bit softer and a lot less tense than everything else happening around us these days. I’m in that mode. That sort of mood some of us get into when it’s raining outside and the sound of raindrops hitting the roof or ledge begin to rockabye us to sleep.

Here’s to not listening to a song we’ve already heard a thousand times before, ever again. Cheers.

Art – Inside Raymond Pettibon & Marcel Dzama’s Drawing Collaboration

We will ride into the sunset.”

I love controversy in art.  If you cannot make the majority squirm then what exactly are you creating…the norm?!  And nobody really wants that.  Most people who have adopted the 2016 mentality expect something that is going to make headlines and bring in army’s of haters that are secretly in love and salivating quietly.  Let’s face it aren’t we all secretly in love with the things that we hate and vice versa?

It’s all a mind fuck!

“Read” about this mind blowing, epic collaboration that came from years of pure admiration, a mentality more of us should adopt.

Jasmine Thompson – Ain’t Nobody (Loves Me Better) Acoustic


A few years back, I was stuck in Park City during the Sundance Film Festival for work. My heart, however, was thousands of miles away, across the pond and in London.

As I watched all the snow come down from the windows in our suite at the Mountainside Marriott, I couldn’t help but to feel helpless. Earlier that morning I had thought about saying: ‘fuck work!’, and grabbing the next flight out from Vegas to Heathrow. As I was just contemplating that decision, that’s when the snow began coming down, and so I took that as I sign that I should just stay.

I’ve been waiting for you.
It’s been so long.
I knew just what I would do
When I heard your song.”

As that long ass day went by, we had a full schedule of commitments. Photo ops, coordinated encounters with other artists and celebrities, even our food selections were pre-made and totally orchestrated. From where we sat to what angles the photographers could get. The entire time my heart was nowhere near. Head pounding, waiting for time to pass and that weekend to end, so I could get back to her.

Captured effortlessly,
That’s the way it was.
Happened so naturally,
I did not know it was love.”

Making our way back to our hotel to get ready for dinner, I remember wishing that I could call out sick for that night. If only I had the kind of job where all I had to do was dial a number, tell them that I’m sick and not coming in, and go about my way. But that just wouldn’t have been possible, so I sucked it up and put myself back into work mode.

Stepping out of the taxi I remember it being the first time I saw heated roads and sidewalks. All the massive amounts of snow that were  still falling with absolutely zero chances of letting up didn’t affect our hotel in the least. I recall looking down on the steam coming from the heated street as a familiar pair of boots stepped out of the taxi next to ours.

First you put your arms around me.
Then you put your charms around me.”

We both suffered from the same feeling of emptiness without one another. Had I flown in her direction earlier that day, I would have missed her. Only a higher power could have sent those extra large snowflakes flying down as a sign for me to stay.

And now we’re flyin’ through the stars
I hope this night will last forever.”

That night would turn out to be the best night in memory for a very long time. It was as if someone had written it in a storybook once and it was happening for real right in front of me; right to me. A real princess coming to save me from a heart that was barely breathing, broken apart by distance and choked by agony.

It’s funny how just one factor can change the colors of the world right in front of us, in an instant. How one tiny moment can flip your world upside down or right side up.

You filled my heart with a kiss
Gave me freedon.
You knew I could not resist,
I needed someone.”

Model Man – Idol

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Walk with me as I throw on my headphones and hit play on this newest Model Man track, titled: “Idol”. 

Snow boots on, I come down the three steps outside of my building. I make a left to head towards Broadway where I make another left and head to the train station: 103rd St. The 1 train is always 2 minutes away this early. It’s usually packed with people heading to work and kids heading to school. It’s not so packed this a.m. I get off at the next stop, 96th St., and cross over to the express train. The 2 train arrives. Two stops later we arrive at the Times Square station where I grab an R train heading downtown.

At Prince St, I get off and head up the stairs. I make a right onto Broadway and head downtown towards Spring. At Spring, I make a left and then walk until I arrive at Joe & The Juice. I put my bag down and set up shop to do some writing for the day. I go to the counter and order a black coffee.

Hours go by and I mostly people watch. Cool girls in the latest fashions come in and out. Some alone, some with coworkers, some just visiting looking lost, but mesmerized by our great town. I see all different kinds of people from various walks of life. If I snapped photos of just hats all day, it would probably capture what I see best.

Noon arrives and I head back to midtown. R train back to Times Square. 40th Street staircase up to Broadway. I think to myself: ‘Broadway revolves around my life. Maybe I just revolve around its’. 

I meet Elizabeth for a drink at The Setai. We flirt, but nothing more. We pay our tabs and I head back downtown to Tribeca. There’s a restaurant there which I am programming the dinner music for. It’s a beautiful place with humongous windows. The snow-filled streets outside look gorgeous. It’s chillier now than the rest of the day, and I think: ‘What a beautiful city this is; what a beautiful place to be’. 

All of that and the night isn’t even close by.

You were born in the city
Concrete under your feet
It’s in your moves, it’s in your blood
You’re a man of the street. Glenn Frey