I paged Ziggy from home one night and then sat there without taking my eyes off the phone while fucking around with an instrumental I’d been working on. Later I had a pretty good song worked out and the image of the white plastic cordless phone burned into my retina. I just about jumped out […]
I am bad at judging time. I was in New York for less than a month but it felt like I was there for longer than my whole stay in Los Angeles with Jonathan. Maybe because I did so much work while there? Or maybe because the time with Jonathan was like an object in […]
(The site was down a bit over the weekend so if you haven’t read the Liner Notes yet, now’s a good time to: https://daron.ceciliatan.com/archives/3884) — It’s hard for me to judge just how fast I got jaded or even exactly when it happened. They say taking a hit hardens you, and I had taken three […]
(Reminder: there’s a ‘Moondog Fan Club’ email list. We haven’t send much of anything to it, but when there’s news, we will? Sign up at Mail Chimp: http://eepurl.com/-_Fxj) — I took the Fender into the studio and shook hands with the guys in the band du jour, and we shot the breeze for a little […]
Then there was the day Jordan and I had a fight. That day we had moved from the regular studio where we had been working over to Electric Lady, which if you don’t know it is pretty awesome. The Jimi Hendrix connection isn’t just the name: he actually founded the place shortly before he died. […]
We didn’t go out clubbing every night I was in New York. No, sometimes we stayed in the studio all night instead. Somehow Jordan always had the energy to be awake before me the next day. Sometimes he had to go to meetings. At one point he was gone for almost a day and a […]
So living at Jordan’s turned out to be like living at Grand Central Station. There was always someone interesting coming or going. Musicians, songwriters, deejays, New York art scene people—it wasn’t always clear who was connected to him for actual work and who was just there to hang around. Then again, I suppose making connections […]
(Holy crow you guys, this is the 599th story post. Which means Tuesday will be the 600th post. To celebrate I’m going to do a video chat Tuesday from 9-10pm eastern time on my Youtube Live channel. Details on my blog: http://blog.ceciliatan.com/?p=2180 -ctan) — The next day was Christmas day. I wasn’t the only one […]
I woke up with one of those hangovers that feels like a railroad spike through the eye socket, but I didn’t much care because I had an armful of warm, sleepy Ziggy under the covers with me and I was too out of it to really remember where we were or what year it was […]
I still didn’t understand it. I didn’t understand how it was possible to feel angry, confused, and betrayed and yet happy to lay eyes on him at the same time. I know, I know: Write a song about it. Been there, done that. I thought: if he walks up to me and treats me really […]