Happiness is listening to your band’s new single with your 14-year old.

What a feeling to hear our 14-year-old ask me if I want to hear my band’s new single on her Spotify!

She knew it was coming out today and she couldn’t wait to see if it was appearing on the platform (her preferred way to listen to music). As soon as we got in the truck to drive downtown to her school this morning, she dialed it in and there it was — a new song from my band.

Man, I wish that drive could have lasted forever.

Between 1998 and 2013, I wrote songs for and performed with two faux-French bands in New York City. There are so many amazing stories about that crazy time. One of the best is the Slate.com piece, “How My Faux-French Band Wound Up in Federal Court,” by our bass player Jean-Luc.

The second band, launched in 2005, was Nous Non Plus. You can find all of our music on all of the major platforms.

And you can read about our new single and how it came to be on our site at NousNonPlus.com.

Back in the late 1990s, we performed at the opening of our friend and sometime producer’s new beer garden on the Lower East Side. He was German and so we decided to add 99 Luftballons to our set. It ended up becoming our go-to anthemic closer. In July 2007, the American people had become disillusioned with Bush administration lies. And the song took on a life of its own as one of our “peace songs.” Don’t miss what Jean-Luc wrote about the song on our site (it’s spit-take hilarious).

A live recording from La Flèche d’Or (the coolest rock club in Paris at the time) was recently uncovered and our record company Aeronaut decided to put it out.

Look for it now or click here for all links.

I miss those days so much. The recording studios, the tours in the U.S. and France, the albums and songs of ours that charted on CMJ. But, man, I also wish every songwriter/guitar player could feel that feeling of listening to your new single with your daughter early in the morning on our way to her school. It’s even sweeter than the first time around.

Happy listening! Please share and stream. And thank you for the support!

Texas turned blue. It’s a dream come true.

It’s hard to overstate the elation in our home on Tuesday night as we watched the election returns come in.

Wow, just wow… and WOW! It finally happened: Texas turned BLUE.

Tracie, the girls, and I are so excited about what’s going to begin happening in January! Our number one local and most immediate issue is “Goverbor Abbott out of our schools!”

But more than anything else, we are so relieved that Donald Trump’s crop of extreme Islamophobes, transphobes, and xenophobes were not allowed to drive our state deeper into the MAGA hegemon. Empathy and common sense prevailed. And now — apologies for the continued oceanic metaphors — the tide has turned!

So many people worked so hard in our state to achieve these results. My personal shout-outs go out to the voter registration drive led by Southeast Texas Impact Initiative in the Golden Triangle where Tracie grew up; and to Erika Harrison, who turned a successful career as a food influencer into a powerful platform for political activism and advocacy. Erika, you are a north star and I am your biggest fan! If you’re reading this, follow her and subscribe.

I’d also like to thank everyone for all the wonderful messages that have arrived from beyond our state. I couldn’t be more proud that our state led the charge.

For those of you watching on from outside, please know that the wave didn’t just include the marquee names like Talarico and Gina. Here in Houston, Democrats swept local offices as they did statewide offices. Dems even took the Texas house! Unbelievable!

It still feels surreal. But we will wake up to an empathy-, decency-, and intellectually driven government in January.

On Wednesday morning, Tracie and I both woke up before dawn and checked our phones to make sure we weren’t dreaming.

“Please go get some flags for our yard!” she said as she left the house.

When her mom called, she said “Tra, you must be on cloud 9 today!”

Tra’s answer? “Cloud 9? Cloud 10, 11, and 12!”

Thanks to everyone who stuck with us in this campaign and didn’t give up on what they thought was Blue America’s ugly stepchild. It turns out that we might just be home to its favorite daughters and sons.

Vote as if your kids’ lives depends on it. They do depend on it. And they depend on you to build their future.

Even though Tracie, the girls, and I live in the most progressive, culturally diverse, and most Democratic city in conservative Texas, we don’t live in a bubble.

Most of our friends and neighbors support progressive ideals and vote Democratic. Our neighborhood is dotted with Gina and Talarico signs. But there is the occasional Paxton and Abbott yard. No one in our corner of the state steals or vandalizes signs. Everyone lives side-by-side despite our differences.

I understand that many of my fellow Southeast Texans see today’s election as an existential crisis — a ride-or-die election — for the Republican party.

At the same time, I recognize that my progressive fellows and I often talk about the contest in the same, however inverted, terms.

If Abbott, the favorite, wins, there’s no doubt that he will continue to dismantle our school system through his now seven-year takeover. Our children have been impacted directly by the degradation of education funding.

I invite my conservative friends to consider how Abbott is impacting our kids and future generations of kids in Texas.

Abbott has also ushered in some of the most stringent reproduction rights restrictions in the nation. I know a lot of Republican women who are pissed about it.

Republicans, please consider Gina for our kids, your kids, and our kids’ kids!

I also know a lot of Southeast Texans who are voting for Paxton. To them I ask, are you voting for Paxton or are you voting for Trump’s control of the Senate? I see the logic of your argument: another Supreme Court nomination and the continuation of his overarching policies and the MAGA hegemon.

Republicans, please remember that while you will achieve some of your goals if he wins, you also get continued war and tariffs that drive up costs.

You also get one of the most corrupt politicians in the U.S. as your representative. Is it worth it?

Whatever you believe, please vote! G-d bless America and G-d bless us all. See you on the other side. May the best persons win.

Brother Aaron, on your 70th birthday, I miss you more than ever.

Brother Aaron, there are a million things I want to tell you on this day — your 70th birthday.

But more than anything, I just wish you were here with me.

You were taken from us 55 years ago, when you were 15 years old. Georgia will be 15 in a month.

By the time I was 15, you had already been gone for 10 years. When I reached that age, our family was in chaos and I was lost and without direction. The kids and grownups around me seemed to be encouraging me to join their adult world of drugs and sex — without love.

I wish you had been there with me to guide me.

But then I realize that you were with me then just as you are here with me now. You remind me that no matter what happens, I will somehow find my way, just as I did back then and just as I am finding my way now that our family is irreparably fractured by thoughtlessness and greed for power, status, and money. You remind me that my children won’t be subject to the generational traumas that broke our family apart. You escaped them by your circumstance. I have escaped them through my belief in love — the same love that will always bind me to you. Even in your absence, you have always shown me that love, even when I was too blind to see it. It’s what has always made whole in troubled times.

Brother Aaron, I visited your grave the weekend after the anniversary of mom’s death. I’ve been there many times. But this time was different. Now it feels like it’s just you and me. Even dad is gone now. You never had the chance to grow up and be there person you wanted to become. But you will always be the loving big brother who looked out for me — in life and in death. You will always be part of me.

Happy birthday. I love you and will always say your name. And so will my children.

The world our children inherit.

Last night, Tracie and I watched the president of the United States tell his supporters, “I can just see the fake headlines: ‘President Trump is talking about all the money they’re making while people are suffering at the pump.’ That will be the headline. But I said, I don’t give a damn, I’m going to say it: We’re making a freaking fortune.”

His disconnect between Americans’ reality and the billionaires’ payday is as appalling as it is astonishing, especially given his hubris in implying it won’t make a difference to voters.

But Trumps will be Trumps. He doesn’t just enrich himself at the average punter’s expense. He rubs it in said citizen’s face. It’s the Trump way and his supporters love him for it.

What are our children going to say 30 years from now when they remember this moment? Whether Dem or GOP, politicians are painting this election as a choice between absolute good and outright evil. And both sides are complicit in the demonizing of their opponents. Let’s face it.

The same thing is happening in Israel, our partner and client in the Iran war. Neither country will be the same nation the day after the election.

Our family watches the news together in the evenings as we get ready for dinner. If my children believed what the TV tells them, they’d be convinced their father and mother are voting for candidates who are “anti-oil, anti-beef [and] anti-Texas.”

For the record, Tracie and I both drive gas-guzzlers, we eat a ton of Texas beef (growing kids, after all), and we love living in Texas (except for our youngest who wants to move to California where I grew up).

We also can’t stand for a state government whose focus is harassing Muslims and transgender families and destroying our school system (we have been directly affected).

We also can’t stand for a senator who won’t vote to stop the war in Iran and restore full aid to Ukraine.

I’ve heard more than one person say they deeply regret their vote in 2024. As you head to the polls, please ask yourself what your children will say about this moment. Please consider the world they inherit.

Congrats Lila Jane! First chair in the All Region orchestra!

Tracie and I are thrilled to share the news: Lila Jane will be cello first chair in our district’s All Region Orchestra. We couldn’t be more happy or excited for her! She and her classmates all auditioned on Saturday and we were given the final rankings yesterday.

There’s no way to sugarcoat this: last year she flubbed her audition and even though she still had a solid score, she didn’t make the cut.

Over the last year, she worked so hard and devoted herself to her instrument. All that effort paid off! She was only one point away from being included in the region’s top orchestra (she’s in the second-tier orchestra). And she may still get bumped up (because people often drop out).

Lila Jane, we are so proud of you!

Georgia was viola first chair in the second-tier orchestra last year. That was her eighth grade “senior” outing. Now she’s a freshman at the school for performing arts. She auditioned a week ago and missed the cutoff for 9th grade All Region by one point. One point! Few freshman are admitted to the high school level orchestra and so we are still extremely happy with her result. There’s about a 50-50 chance that someone will drop out and she will be admitted. Either way, we are so proud of her, too.

Both girls are thriving and have wonderful friends groups.

Lila is enjoying her “senior” year at middle school and her orchestra will be performing at the prestigious Midwest Clinic this December in Chicago. She just went to her homecoming dance.

Georgia got her butt kicked academically at the beginning of the school year but now she’s on her feet and her grades are where we want them to be. She’s loving her school and has already found her high school crew.

And I am one PROUD DAD! Thanks for letting me share our joy. And heartfelt thank yous to all of their wonderful teachers who have supported and rooted for them all these years!

A new wine app rewrites the book.

Giving a big shout-out today to our friend Tahiirah Habibi, one of the wine professionals whose career shaped and informed mine. We first met in 2023 at a wine tasting I hosted in Atlanta (above). But I had been following her for years prior to that.

During my years teaching communications in the grad program at Slow Food U., I would point my students to her social media as an example of a new expression of socially informed and activist wine writing.

She is one of the extraordinary, unstoppable humans who never cease to inspire and engage people around her.

Her latest project is her new wine app, Wine-ish (find a link to sign up on the landing page of her website, tahiirahhabibi.com). I recommend it. The onboarding questions alone made me think about wine and my perceptions of wine in ways I didn’t expect. Just like everything Tahiirah does, she’s taking this in a new direction that will only bring more dimension to wine and the wine lover experience.

I’m so out of the wine game at this point. But when I saw Tahiirah’s new app, I just couldn’t resist checking it out. Even though I’m not writing about wine anymore, I’m still enjoying the evolving wine world and the connections it makes throughout the world. I’m blessed for the connections that it gave me.

Congrats, Tahiirah! Can’t wait to watch it grow and see where it goes!

Georgia needs your help! Hear her perform “Swan Lake” this Sunday!

As the proud parents of a Kinder High School for the Performing and Visual Arts student, Tracie and I invite you to support Georgia’s school.

This Sunday 9/27, she will be performing in the HSPVA Music Fest, 12:30-6 p.m. Purchase tickets by clicking here.

The orchestra will take a stage at 3 p.m. But that’s just one of the gazillion performances that will be happening that day: each and every one of HSPVA’s roughly 70 students will be performing or showing artwork. This includes band, jazz, orchestra, chamber, soloists, theater, art installations… We can’t wait and we hope to see you there!

Like high school students across the U.S., Georgia is raising money for her school. Not only do ticket proceeds go to our school’s $100k goal. But you can also donate directly in Georgia’s name.

Please consider supporting her. She’s working so hard these days as she’s adjusting to academic life at one of the best public schools in the nation. We are so proud of her.

Please join us on Sunday. We’ll be there all day. And please do consider buying tickets and/or donating to Georgia’s page.

I can’t wait to hear them perform. Georgia loves the orchestra program and there’s no doubt that they are going to steal the show!

See you on Sunday! Thanks for supporting our growing girl.

Mom, happy birthday. It’s been less than a year that you left us.

Mom, today is your birthday. Your memory is 93 years old. It’s been less than a year since you left us. That anniversary is also around the corner.

It’s been a rough year for me. I dearly miss our nearly daily calls and our visits with the girls in San Diego.

There were two things in life that you always said I was good at. One was cooking. You were a great cook and together we were gourmet partners in culinary crime, mostly through our often-epic restaurant-going. When you were still strong enough to visit Texas, you enjoyed the food I made us at the house and I would cook in your kitchen whenever I got the chance.

The other thing you said I was good at was parenting. You used to tell me that you loved seeing how much I love being a dad. Anyone who knows me knows that family is more important to me than anything else in the world. Joy never came easy to you, except when it came to the girls. You would really light up when we visited and you would tell me how impressed you were with “how well-behaved” they were.

I wish I could tell you about how Georgia stumbled academically during her early weeks at the High School for the Performing and Visual Arts. And how she’s now turned that all around and she’s back to where she needs to be with her grades. Every day when I pick her up, she tells me how much she loves the orchestra there. I’m so unbelievably proud of her and the person she is becoming.

I wish I could tell you how I almost fell out of my chair when Lila came home from shopping and showed us her new homecoming dress. It’s beautiful! I nearly picked up my phone to send a photo to the woman and family friend who took care of you. She would share (and also take delight in seeing) those photos. I wish I could tell you how hard she’s working on her big auditions coming up later this year.

I wish you could see how I’ve decorated my office with postcards you collected over your lifetime. How our walls are covered with freshly framed artwork from your collection (we love our Henry Millers!).

Mom, I just wish I could tell you happy birthday like I did ever since I was old enough to speak.

Shanah tovah. Parzen family new year letter.

Shanah tovah, everyone. Happy new year.

Like we do every year at our house, we celebrate the holiday by dipping apples in honey to remind us of our hopes for sweetness and joy in our year ahead.

Georgia is learning that academics at the school for the performing and visual arts is no walk in the park. But she’s about to finish her first month with her head held high. The upside is that her musicianship is becoming more finely tuned and honed with each passing day. She picks up her viola every day with gusto and fire.

Her gift to me is that I get to spend time with her driving her downtown every morning. We chat about everything under the sun.

Lila Jane is enjoying her “senior” year and her close-knit crew of friends at her middle school. She has been working so hard for her upcoming auditions (region orchestra and high school for the performing arts). It’s so beautiful to hear her play. Her teachers are confident that she is strong and on the right track. We are so proud of her.

She leaves the house impeccably dressed every day and her room is always neat and tidy. She’s been making smoothies for everyone.

Tillie, our wayward rescue, has finally begun to settle into her life with us. Lila is “her person” but she’s starting to open up with Tracie, Georgia, and me. Paco continues to live his life as the bravest, most fiercely loyal and super cuddly chihuahueño on the planet.

I know it’s old news at this point, but Tracie’s career continues to expand. She’s about to close her biggest transaction to date. Now that she’s more comfortable at work, she’s been taking more time out for me and the girls. That’s been so lovely. I can’t wait to post the love songs I’ve written for her this year.

This is my first new year without my mom. Her birthday and the anniversary of her death are around the corner. My father died this year as well. It’s been a rough time for me. But I have my family, my health, my activism, my writing, and my music. Poo, poo, poo… I have so much to be thankful for.

Happy new year. May yours be filled with health, joy, and light.