I was born in Seattle, Washington in an old Scandinavian hospital in 1963. I have lived in New York City since the early 1980s, and for the first several years I lived on the Lower East Side in falling-down buildings in blocks full of ruins. Those were scary and wonderful years, when everyone seemed to be making or doing something. People made little theaters in the ruined buildings, there was the old Knitting Factory on Houston Street, CBGBs, the Saint Marks Poetry Project, the Life Cafe, the Thalia movie theaters (SoHo and Uptown both) and all kinds of fun–if hardscrabble–joints to get into trouble in. In 1990 I moved uptown to Chelsea. It was full of Cuban sandwich places and second-hand bookstores. In 1990 I worked at Three Lives & Company bookshop, which is still there and just the same on West 10th Street. I published The Cutmouth Lady in 1995, a book of stories about Japan in the 1970s, where I went to high school. I have a few copies left, and you can buy one if you like, on the Shop page. In the late 1990s I had lots of fun writing songs with Chris and Debbie for the Blondie records No Exit and The Curse of Blondie. That period in New York had some real enchantment over on the west side at night: there was the magical nightclub Jackie 60 on Washington Street, which was then an area completely desolate except for the slaughterhouses one had to pass on the way to the golden doors of Jackie. People would climb up onto the derelict elevated train tracks, and they were full of weeds and wild birds. There were plenty of cheap diners everywhere, and way out at the end of the F Train line was Coney Island in all its glorious, decrepit magic. Between 1999 and 2009 I was very glad to be the editor of Goodie Magazine. If you would like to see who was featured in Goodie, you’ll find a list on the Goodie Magazine page and if you like, you can buy back issues here from me. Despite all of the changes I find regrettable all around the town, I still find lots of enchantment in New York. Often these days I find myself going uptown more than downtown. I love to wander the city and just look. I see things every day that I’ve never seen before, even in my own neighborhood–things that have been there all along that I’ve missed. My house in Chelsea is a little piece of old New York with banging pipes and sometimes mice, across the street from a shoe repair shop. I love to take photographs of the city and I do that every day.