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Home = life
I grew up in a house that my grandfather — a printer — built in the early 1900s in Highland Park, California, out of river rock and cut granite. It's quite odd, a bit medieval, but gorgeous, with a chapel — which we recently restored — and a dungeon. Which I grew to realize was sort of a metaphor for human existence — below, you have the dungeon; above, the chapel. It was beautiful to grow up around the product of my grandfather's creativity — you're sort of instructed, you know?
Musical roots
I have great memories of my father and his friends playing music and gathering at the house. It was a perfect place for a party, with a big open patio, and he'd have these jam sessions, often playing Dixieland and the jazz of the ‘20s and ‘30s. The house would be filled with guys with horns, and the top of the piano would be filled with bottles. They'd be carrying on all day and into the night. He was a piano player but liked horns, walking around playing trumpet, cornet, French horn. If we were out playing — it stayed light until 9 p.m. in the summer — and it was time to come home, he'd go out on the front porch and play the Dragnet theme song on the trombone to call us in: Dum, da dum, dum!
Surf to rock
I was not popular in high school, but I had a good friend who was popular. So I got included in lots of stuff: I surfed with a bunch of guys — and we're all still friends — and I fell into a crowd of musicians. By the time I was about 15, I was writing songs. My brother and I shared a room, so I would write late at night at the kitchen table when everybody was asleep. It was something I could do by myself. I just never got it together enough to find other people to play in a band with. And I didn't want to go to college. I wanted to travel around and sing in clubs in Southern California, and I did that. You know, the Golden Bear, the Paradox, the Ash Grove, Troubadour. That was the thing that called to me — the freedom to travel and be self-sufficient. Now I kind of wish that I had been in a kids’ band with loud guitars playing “Gloria"! That would have been so much fun.
Nico and me
Most songwriters spend years trying to write songs and wonder if anybody will like them. But for me, right away people started recording them or playing them at clubs before I did. I didn't have a job, and through a friend I got a gig in New York to accompany Nico, the Velvet Underground singer. We did three of my songs — the first to be recorded and released. I played guitar; she sang. She was fantastic, and her stuff has stood the test of time.
First album
When I was young, I had read these articles about the Beatles saying things like “Well, you know, they put us in this big room, and it had a bunch of great instruments in it.” And I thought, That's the job for me. Then to record my first record, I was suddenly in that kind of environment. I got to play with these really great studio musicians — Russ Kunkel, Lee Sklar, Craig Doerge — it's kind of the best thing that I could have ever discovered.
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