Most of today's agencies insist on working with fully rounded human beings who have outside interests and everything. I get it. All work and no play makes dullards of us all. And so, bowing to the expectations of our oversharing culture, here is a sliver of the many creative diversions that I’ve been diverted by over the years.

     Let’s begin with music.  Or, should I say, my crude approximation of it.  I began writing and home-recording songs after my freshman year of college. Since then, I’ve cobbled together more than a few of these ramshackle ditties.  All the vocals and instrumentations are my own doing, for better or worse.  Before you play the tracks, you’ll need to lower your expectations. Now go ahead and lower them even further. These were all recorded in the living room, so they’re lacking the glossy studio trickery that they so desperately need.  But what they lack in listenability, they make up for in youthful exuberance. At least that’s what I tell myself.

     Lest you think my musical meanderings are completely at odds with my copywriting career, the two worlds have intersected more than once. I particularly enjoyed channeling Frank Sinatra’s favorite songsmiths when I wrote all the lyrics for the TV and radio spots in an ESPN Hollywood campaign. Enlisting the help of a proper singer and a top flight music house obviously makes a colossal difference.

     For a long while, I ping-ponged back and forth between music and painting. After moving to New York City, I felt compelled to capture the fascinating melting pot of cultures and classes that is Manhattan. Portraiture may have long ago fallen out of vogue, but I'll take a Rembrandt over a Rothko seven days a week and twice on Sunday. However, if I'm being even slightly honest, all I'm doing with these is creating storage issues in my apartment. Whatever..

     As a writer, I inevitably gravitated toward word paintings. I did a few different extended series, but I’m not comfortable sharing them in this venue. Instead, here are a few arbitrary pieces. They don’t really capture what I’ve been up to, but does that really matter? Not one iota. Bidding starts at $45,000,000 (each).

     Originally, I wasn’t going to include any radio on this site because it’s practically disappeared as a medium. I certainly haven’t been called upon to write it for eons.  A shame, really. I did quite a bit of radio at the start of my career so I have a soft spot for it. Sitting ensconced in the recording studio, selecting sound effects, ordering out for lunch — what’s not to like? So here is a not-so-brief selection from the time capsule. Listening is entirely optional. As always.

     What else? I went through a phase where I completed a half-dozen screenplays that never got anywhere close to a multiplex near you. I did get paid for one, though, so that’s something. More recently, I’ve been generating material for either a potential book or a potential book rejection.  Eventually, I'll get around to hammering it into coherent form, hopefully before books have stopped being manufactured entirely.  But that’s well down the road.  In any case, I’ve shared way too much already and I’m starting to feel violated. I may add to this page later if the mood strikes, but don’t hold your breath. I guess you’ll just have to make do with the measly 4,528 pieces here.  Sorry.

     Let’s wrap this up, shall we?  There’s a lot of work posted on my site, some relevant and some absolutely gratuitous. While my days as a full-timer have been captured fairly well, the ensuing freelance years are all but ignored. So for accuracy’s sake, you’ll just have to imagine me a few hundred briefs wiser.

     In any case, you’ve seen enough to render your verdict like Caesar presiding over the gladiators’ arena. Thumbs up or thumbs down. Yay or nay. Hire me for a few weeks or let the lions have at me.

     Entirely your call.

     I’ll just leave you with this.

     I’m ill at ease networking. I find it unseemly singing my own praises. And while it was interesting to cobble together this trip down memory lane, I really don’t care for all this navel-gazing. Not my style, I can assure you. All these years, I’ve just put my head down and delivered the most interesting work I can on each and every assignment. Call me delusional, but I’ve always believed my track record should speak for itself.

     You’ve seen what I can do.

     How can I help?