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.

Lady Godiva's Operation.

Blinded by passing seconds and the endless babble of the world around me - whether it be under the influence of some intoxicating situation or sure that the point of waking up and operating a simple, normal life has been lost in the fog - I wonder 'why'. Vague and nauseous. Sure that the end is near.

I spend no time in my house. My house is simply my house - nothing more. My home has yet to be discovered again. I sleep in my bed, I eat the occasional disgust of dry noodles or canned vegetables, and then I trek from here to work and back again. Cycling in succession - even days of randomness and unplanned activity seemed forced and unnecessary. What am I trying to say? What the fuck am I even trying to say?

Today I will force music out of my tired hands. Today I will force conversations with long distance friends. Today I will skip out on the unusual and opt for the boring world. Today I will stop doubting that things can only get better. I feel angry and trapped. I feel distant and lost. I feel labeled with angst and sick with a disease of teenage weblogging. Today I can't get away, and this, I am quite certainly tired of.

Not wanting to talk. Not wanting to communicate. Not wanting to answer the endlessly ringing phone. Not wanting to even bother. Not knowing what to even bother with. Repeating. Repeating. Repeating.

So, is there a cure for this? Is there a way to look past sleep and rub the last few seconds of dreams from my eyes? Which way to finally start living life again?