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It’s easier to tell a lie than it is to tell the truth It’s easier to kill a fly than it is to turn it loose It’s easier to criticize somebody else Than to see yourself It’s easier to give … Continue reading →

10-28-13 Some years back I wrote a song called “In the City”.  I was walking across Greenwich Village to the subway after a rehearsal on the Lower East Side and I felt gushy with love for my hometown and the … Continue reading →

During the recording sessions for my album Grand Hotel a few years ago, I had lyric sheets sitting out on the console in the control room.  One of the musicians playing on the album picked up the sheets and started … Continue reading →

When it comes to writing song lyrics in English, for me there’s Bob Dylan and then there’s everyone else.  Many, many songwriters and many, many, many songs have fascinated me and inspired me and continue to fascinate me and inspire … Continue reading →

Do you want to listen to something good?  Put on Fleetwood Mac’s Kiln House from 1970.  It sounds great on an I-pod but I would advise cranking it on a car stereo for maximum righteousness if you can.  It’s a … Continue reading →

I have my parents to thank for exposing me to the music that’s nearest and dearest to my heart by accident.  There were some extremely cool records in our living room when I was a small child.  I have no … Continue reading →

I’m pretty bad at small talk.  Recently I attempted some small talk at someone’s beach house.  A guy asked me what I did for a living.  He told me that he was a video game developer.  His girlfriend mentioned that … Continue reading →

I started using the stage name Milton not long after I began playing music professionally, a little over 10 years ago.   Since then, I’ve been asked about my name more times than I ever imagined I would be.   As a … Continue reading →

Richie Havens’ Record 8th Grade, in the fall or early winter.  Jerry Leoni’s house, around the corner from my house in Larchmont, NY.  The record belonged to his parents.  It was with a stack of lp records next to an … Continue reading →