One year later…

Look, I can’t tell you the foolishness I got up to last night, but I’ve got a few thoughts:

• A Colombian-Israeli Jazz musician in the hand is better than two Israeli pop musicians in the bush. Wait, is that how that goes? Yes, yes it is.

• A walk down Christopher Street now has an entirely different meaning.

• Certain facts are undeniable. I know what I like. It’s not in my control. Settling is not an option. And I possess something that apparently is charming. I can’t force things. They just feel better when they come naturally. Water molecules expand when cold. The first Darren was the better Darren. And June in NYC always, always, always looks good on me.

• The Strokes still do it for me. Oh God, do they!

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