I’ve taken to turning the lights down in the studio like I used to. Way way back in the moist cavernous bosom of the majestic Alms Hotel, I would even pack in my own lights so I wouldn’t have to… Read more ›

If I can’t be where I want to be, I’m going to think about being there.  A lot. It’s what I do all week long while I’m waiting to be with you the next time.  I plan.  I scheme.  I… Read more ›

You keep me up later than I would be otherwise. I stay up thinking about what I’m going to do for you next, waiting for you to tell me what you want and hoping it’s something I can give you.… Read more ›

You’ve heard about my beginning of the show ritual.  More accurately, you’ve probably just heard it. The show opens and I take to the mic to introduce the night’s program.  By rote, I say the same things to start every… Read more ›

It’s always just us.  And that’s how we seem to like it. Even with everyone else there, too, it still feels like it’s just you and me. I appear unescorted as I search for any discrete opportunity to remind you… Read more ›