Judy Nylon photographed by Eno
Because I feel very little nostalgia for anything, this can be short.
I could hazard a guess about why this is, but "hazard" would be the operative word and, as they used to say, I don't want to "go there."
Judy Nylon, London 1971
Earlier this week, however, I felt some small nostalgia for a few moments and wondered where Judy Nylon was and what she was doing these days?
I only met Judy a couple of times and didn't know her very well at all, but when I first (unexpectedly) was introduced to her in 1977, over lunch at Gallagher's Steakhouse on West 52nd Street in Manhattan, I was extremely excited because she was a major celebrity known to me through the pages of Rock Scene magazine, as a back-up performer on John Cale's Fear lp (on the song The Man Who Couldn't Afford To Orgy) and a "name-checked" personage in Eno's song Back In Judy's Jungle on the Taking Tiger Mountain (By Strategy) album. The circumstances of the lunch might possibly make for interesting reading, but would distract from the main point.
Judy Nylon and Pat Palladin -- Snatch
Judy was tall and striking. An American expatriate in London, contemporary with some other eventually to be better-and-less-well-known American female London ex-pats, including Chrissie Hynde, Kate Simon, Pat Palladin, Jerry Hall and (I might as well mention for the sake of completeness) Ruby Wax, Judy was terribly friendly, nice and well-mannered and a great lunch companion. In those days, I was working at ABC Records in the publicity department while also attending art history graduate school, and Caroline and I ran into Judy a few other times, in the ABC offices and at rock clubs around town.
Judy Nylon today
A brief but completely good memory, I was pleased to use social media to summon Judy's shade and fill in the colors the other night. She currently works as part of an interactive online art/literature collective called Aether9. She occasionally gives interviews (mostly about the past) and they are highly articulate and, dare I say it, wise. (In one, she fielded a question about Patti Smith's "achievement" about as deftly and delicately as one can possibly imagine.) She even responded to one of those ridiculously, but addictively, readable "Proust Questionnaires" for one publication in a highly impressive and entertaining way. And she still looks like Judy, which prompted feelings of small nostalgia in me. Wherever Judy is tonight, I hope she's well and happy.
Pal Judy lp