Tag Archives: jordan

604. U Can’t Touch This

(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 […]

601. International Bright Young Thing

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 […]

600. The Way You Do The Things You Do

Jordan chased me out of the kitchen area when my hand shook holding the kitchen knife while I was trying to help him make dinner. He put me on a barstool on the far side of the peninsula of countertop that delineated where kitchen ended and living room began. He was wearing goggles over his […]

599. Sex and Drugs and Rock and Roll

My suspicions that New Year’s Eve could turn into a drug-fest were borne out in spectacular fashion, by which I mean absolutely everyone I knew there except Christian, who appointed himself our babysitter, and Tony, who was already Ziggy’s designated watchdog, ended up on ecstasy or acid or both. Jordan, Sarah, Courtney, Carynne, Ziggy, everyone. […]

590. Groove Is In The Heart

When you come from the New York area, you grow up learning a certain disdain of tourists. So it was distinctly weird to be staying in a hotel in the city for an honest-to-god vacation. It really hadn’t sunk in for me that we’d be playing tourist in what was, really, kind of our hometown. […]