I’ve been having a love affair with New York City since 1999. I refer to her as my mistress and Austin as my wife. Sometimes this wreaks a little havoc, but it’s so worth it. In NYC I have a musical partner named Dave Driver. I’d long thought that the next frontier of queer music was for dykes and fags to play together, and I finally found my gay guy. Dave and I released an album in the vein of those Linda Ronstadt records of the 70′s. The ones where she would sing a little Elvis Costello, then some Buddy Holly followed by Karla Bonoff. We refer to this as a “queer take on the canon.”