God bless my Australian expat friend Mags for sitting me down at my favorite restaurant, Al Di La, to administer a rather stern lecture about why Australia is NOT in fact Eden. I’ll spare the specifics of her Oz-bashing in deferrence to my Aussie friends, but she raved, rightly, about how New York City offers immense latitude for living, drums up vivid character formations, rewards healthy aggression and ambition. Our chat was a welcome closure to a busy day of reintegration that included a Secret Covers recording session with Byron (U2’s “With or Without You”) and a couple hours of errand-running amidst the awesomely dizzying swirl of humanity found within several blocks of my apartment. I’m back in the saddle, methinks.

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