Yours truly talking about ancient vinyl and other holy pop relics extracted from the attic, in the convivial online company of Mark Ellen & David Hepworth. Hear us comparing notes on the Stones, The Band, Todd Rundgren and Nina Simone…
Hello –
I grew up – if one could call it that – in Laurel Canyon, in the ’60s. Frank and Gail Zappa lived in the Log Cabin while I was attending junior high; Joni Mitchell gave me a ride home from school on a couple of rainy afternoons.
All this seemed completely normal to me.
A lot of people think that L.A. is a completely artificial place, and it is, or was, centered around the business of illusion. I guess the music scene in Laurel Canyon (and Topanga as well) was pretty faux, but being a kid in the middle of it was amazingly cool. I’d trade today’s weird scenes for those in a hot minute.
I hope everything is well with you, and I look forward to more of your writings.
Hello –
I grew up – if one could call it that – in Laurel Canyon, in the ’60s. Frank and Gail Zappa lived in the Log Cabin while I was attending junior high; Joni Mitchell gave me a ride home from school on a couple of rainy afternoons.
All this seemed completely normal to me.
A lot of people think that L.A. is a completely artificial place, and it is, or was, centered around the business of illusion. I guess the music scene in Laurel Canyon (and Topanga as well) was pretty faux, but being a kid in the middle of it was amazingly cool. I’d trade today’s weird scenes for those in a hot minute.
I hope everything is well with you, and I look forward to more of your writings.
Regards,
Mark Michaels
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Thanks for your wonderful reminiscence, Mark. A lift home from Joni: now you’re talking. What street did you live on, as a matter of interest? Barney
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