Like he was running out of time.

I saw Hamilton a few weeks ago and I can’t stop thinking about it. Not about Hamilton itself — it was good and I enjoyed it more than I thought I would.*

I’m referring instead to something else that was happening in the theater that night, six feet to my right and directly across the aisle from where we were sitting.

It started with what I thought was the sound of someone going ‘shhhhhhhh’ really loudly and really consistently.

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How I failed.

I wrote my first song when I was 19 and living in Rogers Park, on the north side of Chicago. I had been playing guitar somewhat seriously for a few years at that point, but it wasn’t until, sitting in a tiny bedroom and thinking about a woman, it occurred to me I could...

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