I showed up late at the hotel for breakfast with the Doobie Brothers. Over eggs and bacon, a Doobie road manager suggested to a Rolling Stone magazine journalist that he go with Pat Simmons and Jeff “Skunk” Baxter up to a room for an interview—then the manager gave me a ticket to ride an elevator with Tiran Porter […]
One Friday night, on the way out of George Harrison’s Friar Park estate, I was sitting in my car waiting for the back gate to open. It was 11pm but I was in no particular hurry. Wow! This is going to blow Dad’s mind! I smiled. The afternoon had bloomed into a wonderfully glorious evening—the […]
I’m late for my interview with Bruce Springsteen. I crashed early in the morning, overslept and now I’m stuck in a meeting with my Econ professor. His closet-sized office smells like a Swisher Sweets cigar bong. He’s telling me college is not for everyone. My God, he’s so old and boring. Just like in class. […]
