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 […]
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 […]
(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 […]
Melissa was very blond and very, very pregnant. I found her in the suite with most of everyone else, including Martin, who had his ear pressed to her swollen stomach. He pulled back suddenly. “Ow! He kicked me!” “Do you know if it’s a boy?” Alan asked. Melissa shook her head. “We don’t know for […]
The phone rang gratifyingly quickly. “Yellow,” I answered. “I guess you’re not sleeping either.” “I’m on West Coast time,” Ziggy said. “Where it’s only three in the morning.” “Uh huh,” I said, unconvinced.
I didn’t think, however, that Ziggy wanted me to call that night. So Martin and I ended up channel flipping and shooting the breeze in his room until nearly dawn and finishing the last of a bottle of Jack. “I hear you’re coming with us this time,” he said at one point.
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 […]
We left the club in a stretch limo, Tony driving, and headed up the West Side Highway. No, maybe it was the east side. I don’t know. I was too busy kissing Ziggy. I know. Sarah was sitting there, looking smug and watching. But I had reached some limit on my patience or my sanity […]