"It must have been an April Fools joke." I thought when I stepped off of the 6 train and in front of Virgin Records.
I'd never had the opportunity to see an artist's in store appearance at a Virgin store and since I had nothing but a 2 hour wait...that's what I did.

Moby's new album Last Night dropped this week and now the promotion machine has begun to turn it's wheels. 20 minutes before the signing seats remain and 16 people and I wait for the hair challenged songster. I romanticized about Moby producing a country album and on the back of my business card I drew a cowboy holding a guitar "Moby? Does Country"?! I made up quotes from the Village Voice "Infectious Twang" and "Hard hitting house meets heartbreak".  An imaginary quote from Rolling Stone. I am obviously pre-occupied with making it in this business. "The Moby produced country album "Wilder Country".

10 minutes to go and still only us 17 and no sign of Moby. Would I even have the opportunity to give him my card? Is Virgin security really that tight? Maybe I should ask Sheryl Crow? I recently emailed Eminem. Could you see him doing it if Moby wouldn't? I think they see me writing as if I were a reporter reviewing the new album. I am dressed nice and 35 minutes ago they made a girl sitting at the next table over from me go stand outside...but there's no line. 2 Minutes...He's here. Photos taken...apparently there is a line and people are being asked to move. I give Moby my card...He said "Thank-you".   I wonder if he will call?

                                                                
Moby seconds before picking up a baby                                                           Moby poses with Wilder
I thought he was running for President.

I, my friends...may never eat a crab rangoon again...ok well not for another ten minutes.  As you know, we "modded" Steve-O from Jackass - (we tried to sell him a child).  I was on their website and someone had mentioned this video dealing with two chicks and one cup.  Now, I wouldn't go as far to say that they were chicks but that was definately one cup.  And while I rather not go into further details and dedicate more space in the world and in my journal...I decided to make a video response of the very first time and only time I saw this video.  You can check out my response by visiting myspace or youtube.

For those of you who think that us musicians eat Caviar and Crumpets daily, I just want to let you know that I'm making a nice traditional dish of Knorr Chicken Broccoli - whole grain rice and Jose Ole - Mexi-Minis - Steak and Cheese Mini Taquitos.

Traditional to some...perhaps, what's left in the cupboard..mainly.  My point is to not let you know what I'm about to eat but rather the hard time I've had cooking.  You see, my cat...I got this new cat.  His name is Fendi - like the purse.  It's really confusing for him, I'm sure he questions his gender but I think it will make him stronger.  My wife found him on the steps of a church.  She was walking down 5th Ave. and the kind folks in the Fendi store literally swatted him out of the store with a broom.  Aparently they don't make their baggage with cat leather. 

Long story short, Fendi, I'm convienced was one of the "Mole People" you sometimes come across riding on the NYC subway.  He smelt like Piss.  So we bathed him and took him to a shelter the next morning but because he was "fiesty", he was deemed "killable".  So we posted many things about a "found cat" but nobody wanted to claim a cat that smelled like pee. 

It turns out that he is a very nice kitty but as you could imagine tramatized.  He no longer smells like pee but every once in a while he will striken upon thee with a great vengance.  I think he has flashbacks. 

Now a couple of months later since we found him.  He likes to play with fire. 

I had to go out and by safty knobs for my gas stove because this silly cat uses these knobs as leverage to jump onto the stove and scavage for food.  It seems his back legs don't work like they used to so in order to get up on top of the stove he jumps on the knobs and one day he turned on the gas and almost blew up our apartment.  So now were safe and child proofed our stove. 
The End

I've been working on so many projects lately that it has been a little hard to stay focused on what means the most to me.  Right now, my website looks more like a paid advertisement for Modmylife rather than a struggling songwriter focused on getting his music to the masses.  Sure, modmylife just happens to be one of the projects I'm working on and so far it's been pretty successful and lots of press and good things are coming from it but that's not the only thing I'm working on.

Another project I began working on is Manhattan Measure.  I wrote a song for "The Rulerman" Gene Schmidt to use in his upcoming documentary.  He is an artist who measured Manhattan with nearly 30,000 red meter sticks.  I ran into him and his posse when I first moved to NYC back in August '07.  At the time, I was waiting for my job to start and lost direction, so I stood in Times Square dressed as Santa to pass time and for my own entertainment.  Gene came by laying down his track and as I asked his camera man what was going on, I was told about the Manhattan Measure Project.  Interestingly enough the camera man had also spent time in Lesotho where I was a Peace Corps Volunteer.  Oh, how small this planet can be at times. 

Gene finished measuring Manhattan on the evening of November 5, 2007 and used 29,412 yardsticks in the process.  To learn more about Measure Manhattan visit the approprately named website: www.manhattanmeasure.com