As I stood across from Patti Smith, the unacknowledged greatness of Humble Pie echoed through my brain. I had my unique angle. I knew what I had to say. “Can I ask you a question?” I said confidently. “Uh, yeah,” she replied. “Did you ever see Humble Pie back in the day?” As soon as the words left my mouth I knew I had royally fucked up. The questi

I saw her a third time in the lobby. I was getting more starstruck with each sighting. It’s something to see a musical legend actually existing within the same physical space as us mere mortals; when you stare at an album jacket the image is frozen in time. Only the music actually moves. So when you see the woman from the cover of Easter drift past

For the uninitiated, I have been hosting a call-in radio show for the last twenty years called The Best Show. While most of the callers are real, Jon and I write and perform funny scripted calls within the body of the show. Jon will dial in as any number of beloved creations, like Philly Boy Roy (a lovable Rocky-loving meathead from Philadelphia) o

Nevermind can be reduced to “Foghat being mopey” when you get down to it.)

It’s not an inherently stupid notion to get an autograph. But it most certainly is stupid to attempt to get one DURING THE CONCERT.

My goal is that upon finishing this book you will have no choice but to rise from your seat and slow clap while looking at the cover, muttering under your breath, “That SOB did it. He really did it!” This is the only reaction I want from every single reader; anything less is a failure. Why would I want such a dynamic reaction? Because it is my stor

I want to tell you about the first time I went into New York City without parental supervision.

I told the story on the next episode of The Best Show. People immediately responded to it; perhaps it was the universality of saying something stupid to someone you’re desperate to impress, or maybe people just like hearing about someone royally eating shit. Either way, we’ve all been there before, and I’ve found that sharing these moments is the o

I didn’t know what to do with myself after he died. Was I supposed to sit at home and stare at the wall? Should I just cry all day in my car? No, he would’ve hated that. So in a world that was spinning out of orbit I took control of the only thing I had any power over. I decided to fulfill all my professional commitments and try to soldier forward.