Over the holiday weekend I took my seven-year-old daughter, Faye, to her first concert at MetLife Stadium, just outside New York City. We saw Ed Sheeran with Macklemore as the opening act. They're two artists we both love, and she knows all the words to most of their hits. I'd been looking forward to her first show ever since I became a dad. Music has been a huge part of my life for as long as I can remember, and I want the same for my girls. I listen to grunge, hip-hop, classic rock, neoclassi

Early one Saturday morning in February 2022, Eliza rolled over and asked if I could get up with our toddler, Faye. She was calling for us from her room. I was traveling later that day, so I took one for the team, got out of bed, and went to get her. I scooped Faye up, carried her downstairs, and made us breakfast. I sat beside Faye and fed her yogurt with honey while I drank my coffee and Raffi played in the background. After each spoonful she licked her lips, said "more," and cupped her finge

We just got home to Stone Ridge after spending two weeks in my hometown of Swampscott, Massachusetts. I used to joke that if you were in Swampscott, you were either from there or lost. My mom lives across the street from the house where I grew up, and I usually visit a few times a year, but only for a day or two. This was the longest stretch I've stayed since I graduated from college in 2003. Memories always surface when I'm there, but over those two weeks, they didn't relent. Crocker Park wh

In the summer of 1994, at Camp Bauercrest, I watched Brazil beat Italy in a penalty shootout to win the World Cup. I was just fourteen, and I can still see Baggio's PK sailing over the bar and the Brazilians hoisting the trophy. I was mesmerized. Ever since that game, I've wanted to attend a World Cup. It came up every few years with my closest friends from high school, and it was never a question of if we'd go, only when. Yesterday it finally happened: France vs. Morocco at Gillette Stadium,