So, as you probably know, I’m trying to write this memoir… but I don’t have the greatest memory in the world. Neither do most of my...

When I was growing up, this was the Devil's Music: "You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain Too much love drives a man insane" A few...

The first time I heard a diagnosis of cancer it shocked me. My mind didn’t go blank; it was more like white noise. I heard the doctor say...

I spend a lot of time looking for 3 things: a photo of Otto that may not exist, a photo of a marine I had a torrid affair with a few...

Back on August 1, I published a page, Me And Tim Leary, from the work I’m doing on my memoir. But a few days ago I was looking for a book...

A couple of weeks ago, I posted about how Jefferson Starship’s then-young guitarist Craig Chaquico had traded me a tour jacket for an...

I loved Mrs Couey. We didn’t have “Ms” yet back then. She was my faculty advisor when I was chairman of the Student Activities Board. I...

I went to work for Sire because I was crazy about the alternative rock the label was famous for— from the Ramones, Richard Hell, the Dead...

It’s funny what you remember and what just fades away with time. In the late summer of 1985 I was in Istanbul for no reason I can recall,...

I was still searching for a photo of Otto when I stumbled across a letter-sized envelope from the City Hotel in Reykjavik. It was...

I’m embarrassed. I can’t remember how I first met U2. I know I was in London and it was before they had any music out. I’m guessing I met...

You know what’s funny about this picture of me and Craig Chaquico? Well, actually I’m going to tell you in a minute. But I just realized...

I’m getting to a point in my memoir-writing where everyone I know— i.e., my friends— is getting angry about me wanting to use stories...

Early in 1977, Chris Knab and I started playing DEVO, an indie band from Akron, Ohio, on our late night radio show on KSAN. The first...

I grew up thinking the kitchen was a foreign, highly specialized place and not meant for me, except when I wanted to sneak in and grab...

Sandy Pearlman and I used to drive into Manhattan from Stony Brook for every Exploding Plastic Inevitable Velvet Underground show in 1966...

I’m writing a memoir. How do you even do that. Right? My friend Denise, an author of many books, suggested I just start writing random...

I met Andy Paley either through Patti Smith or Seymour Stein; I can’t remember which. At this memorable concert in Stockholm in 1976...

I was never a fan of SpongeBob SquarePants, the TV cartoon series that began in 1999 and, I think, may still be running. But I am a fan...

I hadn’t thought of Otto in a long time. And then two things happened that brought him to mind. The other day, my friend Jimmy reminded...