It was Olivia, George Harrison’s wife, who introduced me to George, and son, Dhani. We spoke on the phone over a period of two months before she extended an invitation to me to come to Friar Park. continued from Within Me Without Me I drove around the back of the property and engaged the intercom […]
The fight to free the car from the bog that I had created in George Harrison’s world-acclaimed garden took a lot out of me. And my railing against God for abandoning me did as well—though I didn’t have any regret for that. It was late too, past midnight, and my day had started early. The […]
Rod’s probing to get my feedback on his show last night was becoming increasingly less subtle and more difficult to fend. The urge to blurt out my confession that I had missed the show welled up inside me, until the memory of the solemn warning from his manager, Tony Toon, intervened my mind—“Wayne, don’t tell Rod […]
