Bourbon Cowboy

The adventures of an urbane bar-hopping transplant to New York.

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Location: New York, New York, United States

I'm a storyteller in the New York area who is a regular on NPR's "This American Life" and at shows around the city. Moved to New York in 2006 and am working on selling a memoir of my years as a greeting card writer, and (as a personal, noncommercial obsession) a nonfiction book called "How to Love God Without Being a Jerk." My agent is Adam Chromy at Artists and Artisans. If you came here after hearing about my book on "This American Life" and Googling my name, the "How to Love God" book itself isn't in print yet, and may not even see print in its current form (I'm focusing on humorous memoir), but here's a sample I've posted in case you're curious anyway: Sample How To Love God Introduction, Pt. 1 of 3. Or just look through the archives for September 18, 2007.) The book you should be expecting is the greeting card book, about which more information is pending. Keep checking back!

Monday, March 03, 2008

Storytelling This Week

I'll be performing at the Coraline Cafe in Brooklyn tonight at 8 p.m. (480 62nd Street). Cover is $5, and the simply magnetic Cyndi Freeman hosts. Great drink prices, too! Come see! (The Coraline crowd is one of the funnest to perform for, because they're kind of small--twenty-five people or so in an intimate space--and they get much more involved in the stories than is usual in places with, e.g., a more formal stage setup.)

Tomorrow, by the way, is Sherry Weaver's Speakeasy at the Coraline St. Cafe (29 Cornelia St, right at the West 4th A,C,E/1,2,3 stations). That's $10, but the show is about twice as long, so I figure it's win-win, and a steal in both cases. I'm not in this one, but Greg Walloch and Faye Lane are two of the five performers, and they're never less than mesmerizing. I can't wait to see them!

This is completely unrelated, but on Wednesday I FINALLY get to see, for the first time, Jonathan Richman in concert. He seemed to come through Tucson every three or four years all through the eighties, and I missed him every time, even after I'd discovered New Wave and read how much all the pop-loving critics liked him. That long-standing blind spot in my hipness vanishes at last!

This is going to be a great week.



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