It starts. After a week without electricity and water with the best of family and Irene (…the hurricane) in Danbury, it’s time to travel to that place that dreams are made of. To Brooklyn tomorrow.
With me, the music that began on Long Island, grew in the North Country, and matured in Central New York. It’ll be part of the largest musical stage in the world. It might sound a little grandiose, but… “If I can make it there, I’ll make it anywhere.”

So here we go.