Jordan Daniel

Whether Jordan is writing acoustically under moniker Borderline Angelic, scratching out club beats with experimental project Electric Dreams Fantasy Boy, exploring 8-bit sounds and field recording with the electronic Pareidolia, or even playing homage to David Byrne and early ska in Captain Sizzle At The CBGB - the founder of Sudden Epidemic and the "voice" of Jane Lane plays music wherever he goes.

When not dancing the tango with lady Music herself, Jordan enjoys croquet, Regina Spektor, cooking, The Dark Knight, Magic: The Gathering, composition notebooks, horror movies, Terry Gilliam, concerts, quidditch, Blue Indigo, Mel Brooks, Richard Linklater, Photoshop, the internet, Godspeed You! Black Emperor, milk, Stanley Kubrick, new wave, Moog, the color pink, and the number 136.

This Method Acting, Well...I Call It Living.

So what do we do now...? When we've reached the highest point of euphoria

then crashed down to a sickly lullaby of dissapointment.

It's back to square one, really.


They feel safe almost inside of this mold they've created for themselves

that they feel exposed if they let through any of themselves...I say...

take the chance...but who am I to say what people do?

I feel like no one is themselves anymore...

and it's all ending slowly and quietly



until it finally crashes down in one triumphant sound of defeat.



THE SECOND BEST PLACE TO HAVE A CONVERSATION

is in a bathtub.

and I want you to hit me as hard as you can.

HALIGH! HALIGH! HALIGH!


Not a sound is made between miles and miles of misunderstood pain.

AND TEAR AND TEAR YOUR HAIR FROM ROOTS.



Our love would never die.

Fell under the weight of a schoolboy crush. So...

FUCK YOU, it WAS necessary. It was all necessary. Everything.

Every second and minute and hour...hide under the covers.


DON'T try and be brave...just run and run and run away.

For Now We Stand Alone.

Over the last few days, I started to realize somewhat how the human race cares instinctively for only themselves as individuals but never as a collected whole. People are so worried for their own lives, that they forget that other people have their worries in their lives too - that maybe these worries could be eliminated by a simple collaboration of humanity. People are so caught up in their own stupidity that they forget that maybe, when the world ends, that they will be the last to go. Or maybe, they will be the first, and in the process of sacrificing themselves, they saved another. People scramble too much for their own well-being that they forget that we are all beings in a whole. Just picture that the world splits in half, and a fiery chasm of hate begins to swallow up existence as we know it. One person would climb so quickly out, and step on someone else to get that one foot higher. They would forget to offer a helping hand.

I don't know where I'm going with this. It seems to me lately, when I hear from other people - their opinions, lives, etc. - they seem to either be complaining or taking out some verbal revenge on the world. Where's the logic in that? I mean seriously, it doesn't help a situation to complain and complain and never do anything about it. It never helps anyone to lower yourself for sympathy, and suck life from your surrounding friends like a parasite bent on controlling love. It never helps anyone to whine because you didn't accomplish anything, and drag down the people that have. It doesn't even help you. How can you think you know what's right? I know you can ask me the same question, but at least my idea is a pretty good idea - instead of something completely illogical. How can you think to close your mind to the rest of the world, all the for the simple, stupid benefit of YOU? And even worse, how can you deny these things and never...EVER admit you were wrong.

How does it help?