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 […]
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 […]
In the morning, it was seven days until Ziggy’s thirty were up. Jonathan had a meeting, so he got up, somewhat bleary from a hangover, and I got up with him, somewhat bleary from staying up too late. But I wanted to do some shopping and so I drove him to the meeting and dropped […]
I learned a couple of really important things that night, which I guess just goes to show you never know what good leaving the house might do you. Here they are in chronological order. The first is that the expression “counting the days” to me didn’t mean actually counting the actual days,
The next day Jonathan went to his meeting, and Remo and I spent all afternoon in his home studio with him teaching me these parts and me overdubbing a bunch of soundtrack stuff. I had completely forgotten he’d told me months ago about a soundtrack he had been working on and I thought it was […]
The next day I was asleep under a thatched shade thingie on the beach when Jonathan got another phone call. I was just waking up, and looking at the spot on my arm where the skin was still darker than the rest — where the pyrotechnic had burned me, I mean — and thinking how […]