Winfred

True story: On Monday of this week I realized that I'd left behind a bag of guitar gear at some point on the previous Saturday night between leaving the gig and getting home.

Panicking, I ran to the club to see if it was there. No dice.

Disconsolate, I shuffle home in the rain. It's not been a good year for me, in terms of equipment being lost or stolen -- this was the last thing I needed.

I got home and saw a note on my apartment door; it's from the cab driver who drove me home Saturday night, telling me he's got my gear. Left his cell number and the number of the cab dispatcher in the Bronx. This guy -- Winfred's his name -- actually remembered my damn apartment building, and tracked me down in order to get my stuff back to me.

Wow. I am blown away.

Some people go to ridiculous lengths to do the right thing. Easy to forget sometimes.

The Oughties in Seven Minutes

Click the headline for Newsweek's commemorative video of the first decade of the new millenium.

R.I.P. Jerry Fuchs

The great drummer of !!!, one of my favorite Brooklyn bands, died tragically this week in an elevator shaft in Williamsburg. Click the headline.

Fall '09 Music

The Dirty Walk - self-titled......Gus Gus - 24/7...........Todd Rundgren - Arena, The Hermit of Mink Hollow

Living Colour - The Chair in the Doorway......Omatic - Dog Years.....Duchess Says - Anthologie des 3 Perchoirs (this is my favorite new band -- click the headline to connect to their Myspace)...

Annie - "I Don't Like Your Band" (single)..........Model/Actress - self-titled....Basement Jaxx - Scars

Buddy

Best cat in Brooklyn.