It’s times like this, when an arts journalist has to pull a music pick out of thin air right before Christmas, and there’s nothing in her “upcoming shows” file, that said writer must ask herself, “WWJD?” At SN&R, that means “What Would Jackson Do?” It’s been a month since Jackson Griffith left the arts editorship here for greener pastures and better stock options, but his influence is still strong. As soon as the phrase “WWJD?” was invoked, the answer was clear. Jackson would tell you to see Frank Jordan headline the New Year’s Eve show at Old Ironsides. He was convinced that Frank Jordan is one of the best bands this town has ever produced. Get there by 9 p.m. on Friday night, because the bar at 1901 10th Street is guaranteed to be packed, despite the $12 cover. Besides, you won’t want to miss the Proles and Call Me Ishmael. And if you see a 6-foot-7-inch bearded music critic nodding his head to the beat, tell him we miss him at 20th and J streets.