J and I had a long, slow meal at the Oyster House, and it didn’t even occur to me that oysters are supposedly an aphrodisiac. I was too busy talking about the upcoming tour, which J wanted to know all about, and dissecting the show we’d just seen.
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Rhythm and Booze
Colin had called a cab while I was still drying off, and of course for once they came right away. So I had soaking wet hair and nearly broke my neck trying to pull a boot on and cross the living room at the same time. Turned out the insole had gotten twisted inside. I [...]
Just Can’t Get Enough
I worked on “Infernal Medicine” when I got home. I still just had fragments of lyrics–I’d crossed out far more than I’d left on the page. That was normal for me. But I started playing around with the sound of it, trying to get the aural equivalent of something deceptively sweet with a razor blade [...]
Kiss on My List
In the morning the sound of a vacuum cleaner near the elevators woke me, and for a few moments I racked my brain trying to remember which city we were in and whether I had put the Do Not Disturb sign out and if I should worry because Carynne would make sure I was up [...]
Get Down Tonight
Playing as an instrumental threesome felt distinctly weird. Like missing a limb, or something. We often played without Ziggy in rehearsal for a minute or two at a time, but to go a whole hour without him? It just felt strange. On the other hand I could hear things I normally couldn’t. Maybe because we [...]
Men at Work
After all that, Ziggy had to miss our first meeting with the light tech. He had to do some movie-related press junket in New York, and he called Carynne and told her instead of calling me. Which I suppose was okay. She was in charge of arrangements, after all, and I was fine with that. [...]
Lips Like Sugar
I was in my room the next night, half spaced out listening to Led Zeppelin–which I blame entirely on Chris, who was always trying to get me to listen to more “classic rock” even though I didn’t actually have any deficiency in that area–when I realized someone was knocking on the door. I pulled the [...]
Deadbeat Club
Chris distracted me the next day by hatching a plan to clean out the junk room. He’d been inspired by the place where we’d gotten the piano, I think, and besides, since we couldn’t get the piano downstairs it had to go somewhere or just keep sitting in the middle of the living room. Plus [...]
TV Party
One morning I was woken by the doorbell. By the time I got down there, Chris was there too, and we opened the door to see Bart standing there in a plain white T-shirt and very dark sunglasses. “Want a piano?” he asked. “What?”
Too Much Time on My Hands
There was press. Christian did some photo shoot for Esquire or GQ–or maybe it was Details, I couldn’t remember–that was called “Beauty and the Beat,” and it was all supermodels paired with rock drummers and wearing Armani or whatever. He even got to keep the Armani suit, which was tailored for him. He looked good [...]
