One day in the late summer of 2002, I was looking at apartments. I saw this place on the west side that was owned by David Chesky of Chesky Records, etc. His assistant showed me around and we talked a bit about music and recording and the death of so many studios around town at the hands of Pro Tools. Before I left, she gave me a copy of this new blues/raspy folk album called “Shaker.”
That evening I put it on, filled up the tub, and picked up “Please Kill Me,” the Legs McNeil book about New York punk. There was a lot in there from David Johansen, a lot about the New York Dolls. And it clicked!
I jumped out of the tub, looked at the album cover, and realized that the guy in the long duster and cowboy hat was the same guy who looked so ugly in a dress, the same guy who was so sarcastically “suave” as Buster Poindexter. This was my first “encounter” with David Johansen.
I’ve seen David Johansen in the audience at concerts, maybe even walking around the East Village or possibly at a restaurant. I’m positive we are going to meet in person one day. And I’m equally positive he’s going to think I’m nuts for thinking so.