I ended up in the parking lot of a Circle K, at the pay phone on the outside of the building, on the phone to Carynne. “Daron, are you crying?” “No, I’m not crying. What the hell makes you ask that?” “Well, you sound upset.” “I am upset.” I was not crying.
The secretaries were not as fawny as the last time I had been here, but then that time had been preceded by a lot of hype and there was the little matter of the unveiling of the gold record. Or maybe it was just that Ziggy wasn’t here this time. Some junior publicist sat me […]
So it began to dawn on me that Jonathan was a morning person, no pun intended.
We had taken separate cars to the restaurant, and I drove on the way home. That helped me keep my mind off wondering whether things were going to be good or weird when Jonathan and I were alone again. Was it better to be proactive about it? Ask him about whether it was my imagination […]
(Make sure you’re properly caught up, as we had a post skip accidentally last week, and I went back and inserted it in its proper place. Preceding this post, these should be read in this order: So Alive Putting on the Ritz (the skipped one that popped up briefly in the wrong place) Strangelove Debaser) […]
(Sorry about the post-out-of-order confusion this morning. Turns out it was a post LAST week that got accidentally skipped! So to make sure you’ve read everything, here’s the proper order: So Alive Putting on the Ritz (the skipped one that popped up briefly this morning) Strangelove Then today’s chapter, Debaser, below.) — Everyone hates being […]
Three days to go, and I spent a couple of hours cleaning up my recordings and making a backup tape, and then I drove over to the production office in Santa Monica to deliver it. The delivery tape was on a reel, but I’d made a dub onto a cassette also, which I handed them […]
I only slept four or five hours, and then I was up prowling the kitchen in the dark and then the studio, too restless to sleep when there was work to be done. Four days until Ziggy, and one day until I had to turn in roughs. And a matter of hours before I was […]
Five days to go on Ziggy, three days to go on the scoring gig. J. and I had some breakfast together in the kitchen and then went to our respective work rooms. It’s hard to describe what it was like working alone. I mean, I was used to sketching out tracks and writing lyrics and […]
When there were only six days left before Ziggy’s thirty were up, Remo’s phone rang and I answered it, figuring it was the pool cleaning crew or something. But no, it was Michael Chernwick asking me if I could “show my face” at a meeting that afternoon. It took me a minute to remember Chernwick […]