To all our Punters & loyal followers. Over the past month, I have been answering your questions & responding to your comments. Now it is my turn. I would love your heartfelt thoughts & honest opinions on a number of topics. Then, we would like to post the ones we find relevant & entertaining on…
Dear Richard, I understand Lindsey was pretty out of it during the American Music Awards show in 1978. What was your recollection of that night?
Funny story, hope Lindsey doesn’t mind me telling it. Back in the late 70’s, it wasn’t exactly a secret about his disdain for award shows. I remember going with him & Carol to the venue for the “American Music Awards”. On the way, in the limo, he started drinking straight whiskey or cognac. He had promised Dick Clark he would present an award to an artist I cannot remember now, but I knew we were in trouble straight away. Dick ran his shows like a military campaign, & “the general” liked things running smoothly. I wish Carol could have stopped him, for I surely couldn’t, he was just in that much pain & he was on a mission. By the time we sat in our seats, he was already a bit tipsy & starting not to feel good. Oh Oh, time to present soon, hang in there Lindz. About that time, Lindsey decided he had to use the restroom & that I should accompany him. Upon hitting the tile, he vanished into a stall & within a few short minutes, started to drive the porcelain bus (vomiting, projectile vomiting) & showed no signs of slowing down. Oh shit, I knew we were in big trouble, I being somewhat responsible. I was just starting to see my career flash before my eyes when, in stormed Dick Clark, the general himself, shouting “where is he?!” I don’t know how he found us there, but I assume Carol must have told him because he knew right where to go. (We will check with Carol to get her side of the story) lol. Looking back, I think I also remember Dennis Mays being there & trying to help the situation, in a desperate attempt to save our butt. (I will check with Dennis, my memory sucks so bad sometimes.) Anyway, I sheepishly pointed Dick to the bathroom stall & the ailing Lindsey. It was not a pretty sight & Dick blew up. As he stormed out, he turned & yelled to me “have him up, straightened out, presentable, & ready for stage in about 10 minutes, or suffer the consequences.) I was freaking out at this point & ready for Dick Clark hell, as he was none too pleased. To this day, I do not know how we did it or how he was able to pull it together so fast, but I swear, he walked up that stage & presented the award for god knows what or who now. He lasted just long enough to pull it off & I swear Dick was looking at us briefly with this incredulous look of disbelief. We all made it back in one piece, none the worse for the experience. I lived to see another day. (Actually, another hangover) & can now relate this story to you.
Hi Richard, of all the songs you co-wrote with Lindsey, is there one that stands out as being particularly special for you? Is there one that you had a greater involvement in? thanks
Yes, “Book of Love”. Pamela Sue Martin, the beautiful actress of Nancy Drew & Fallen in the TV show “Dynasty,” had just broken up with me after a short relationship. She had left me for a handsome Latin billionaire with his own private jet (imagine that, not hard). I was devastated the night I found out & in tears on my bathroom floor. There, as I lay with a pad of paper, a pen, & a broken heart, I scribbled out the lyrics between the water spots on the warping paper, crying in pain. Thanks for the memories, hadn’t thought of that in a while.
Any specific time you had that you d like to go back and live again just for the shear joy of it? Any stories about Halloween parties or other celebrations
Yes, I would go back to the night it was my turn for the Fleetwood Mac Halloween party. I would need at least three nights to experience the one. Between 1980 & ‘85, the band members & I were trading off houses to hold the annual Halloween party, which had become quite an event in LA. On the year it was my turn, Judy Wong (the bands friend and secretary) assured me not to panic, that she would take care of everything, including the guestlist, security, bar tenders, photographers, & car attendants. Yes, I believed her, I could be a naive chump back in those days. Well after months of planning, the day had finally arrived for the event. I had a date to pick up Pamela Sue Martin (beautiful actress on the TV shows “Nancy Drew” & “Dynasty”) and bring her back to the party. Before I left, around 2, & turned the house over to Judy for a certain trashing, she finally admitted to me how many people she had invited & hired. Wow, I almost passed out when she said she had invited over five hundred guests, hired three bar tenders, five car attendants, three security, & one photographer. Shit, I was out of there fast, with a panic attack following me closely out the door, on my way to Pam’s house in Santa Monica, to hang out till dinner & then my party. After staying there for a few hours & changing into my tuxedo with tails and a bow tie, we were off to have Indian Food before the party. We stayed at Paul Balla’s Indian Restaurant in Westwood Village, for far to long, Pam warning me the whole time that I was late to my own party. I was so panicked from what Judy had told me, I didn’t even want to go home, rather just stay, eat, & drink. Now I failed to mention that I was living in a small canyon in Malibu at the time & the road in and out was rather narrow. By the time Pamela & I got there, the entire canyon was tied up with cars from my party & I thought I was toast. Luckily, most of my neighbors were at the party & did not hassle me about closing up their street. By the time Pam & I arrived, it was close to 11 & things were just getting cranked up. I mean there were people everywhere, spread out through the house like catatonic ants looking for a queen, & scattered haphazardly across two acres of land without a guide. What a scene. Everybody was wearing the most outrages costumes I have ever seen, a real freak show. Every room of the house was filled with wall to wall guests, I have never seen anything like it before or since. At one point, Judy just gave me a slight grin, that’s just before I lost her in a sea of people, as I headed to the abyss of the back of my house, where the hot tube room was. Now picture a small room with a brick floor, surrounded by old church pews to sit on, stained glass windows set into old barn wood walls & ceiling with a hot tub in the middle. There were people everywhere, in every position, doing everything imaginable (& some things that were not.) This was Pamela’s first look at my house & it was a memorable one, to say the least. I had so many celebrities over that night, that the paparazzi & “The National Enquirer” were there to fill next weeks gossip pages with both social delights & party foul alike. Problem was, everybody showed up in costume & nobody knew who anybody really was. Oh, & the amount of booze we went through was staggering. I believe the total tab for the party was about 12k back in the early 80’s, which was quite expensive back then for one night, but it was worth it. I swear most of the money went to liquor. Wow, a AA meeting it was not. The last thing I remember was watching Mick Fleetwood & Dave Mason wandering back down the street, toward Mick’s house to keep going, around 10 the next morning, totally delirious. They were the last out & I collapsed in bed, exhausted from over using my senses, surrounded by a nuclear explosion of party aftermath, a grueling hangover, & a night to remember, soon to be unconsciousness. I’m afraid I’m going to have to leave out some lurid details of “The Night”. Just know that whatever you can imagine, ain’t shit, you can’t really imagine it, nor should any decent person. lol.
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Hi Richard, first of all many thanks for sharing your memories, and answering so many great questions with sincerity. Just recently watched the Sound City documentary. Have you seen it? What are your thoughts on it and particularly Stevie's track You Can't Fix This and her working with Dave Grohl? Keep up the good work and Thank You!!!
Working at Sound City early in my career was one of the best things that ever happened in my life. I have nothing but respect & fond memories of the house that Joe built (Joe Gottfried) & (Tom Skeeter) who keep it going. (Both co-owners of Sound City in it’s early years.) I was more a part of the early period, when the studio itself had a heart so big, it could only have come from Joe Gottfried, who was a visionary as much as he was an artist manager & studio owner. I would not be writing this to you at this very moment if not for Joe Gottfried. Stevie & Lindsey may never have joined Fleetwood Mac without Joe Gottfried. (Kieth Olsen deserving much of the credit for that.) The man enabled a lot of young lives & creative talents that we barely knew we had ourselves. I was so disappointed that the part of Sound City I admired the most, the heart & soul of the early days, was barely covered, focusing more on Nirvana & the bands that came through there after I had left to go with FM. (All of which have my respect and admiration.) I am here to say, after working there for about 2 years, being part of the early framework of the studio, helping carry the Neve board into the control room, meeting Stevie & Lindsey there, and working with Keith Olsen for a year & a half, the best of Sound City was the early days which paved the way for the legend it would become. I almost got a feeling the film was an advertisement for Dave’s new studio & how cool the old Neve with all it’s history, is. Overall I felt the film missed the mark in capturing the true spirit of Sound City & thought the music the movie produced was mediocre at best. They barely consulted me, which I thought a bit odd, but after seeing it, I could see why I didn’t quite fit in with the overall agenda. The film to me, felt a bit self congratulatory & less a serious documentary about Sound City. Sorry, but I have to be honest & you asked. Others may strongly disagree with me but, I will stand behind my comments. Do understand though, this is just my opinion & should not be taken as the gospel. Get all sides of the story & form your own opinion.
There will be a new book about Sound City by Kent Hartman coming out, which will give a far more complete account of that studio & the music it gave birth to. I really suggest you read it, enjoy it, & give some balance to the film.
PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF SATAN AND JESUS AND WHAT THE FUCK EVER IS HOLY TELL ME YOUR FAVORITE STEVIE MEMORY
My favorite Stevie memory happened very early in my rock & roll memory & I wasn’t there first hand, so I don’t have the fine details. But, it is still my favorite. Back when I first met S&L, they were living with Keith Olsen at his small house in Coldwater Canyon, LA. Toward the end of their stay there, just before we moved in together, Keith had asked Stevie for a ride to the airport, I believe he was going to Dallas, TX. I don’t remember why Lindsey didn’t do it, but in any case, off Keith went with Stevie in his prize, collectible, Mercedes sports car. After dropping Keith off, Stevie came back using her standard driving technique, a prayer & a brake. Keith’s house was at the end of a long steep dirt driveway, as I remember, surrounded by sharp hills leading downward toward the neighbors houses & pools. After parking the car in front of the house, she went back in & probably back to bed, since it was early. After a few minutes, there was a rather urgent knock at the door, like a giant woodpecker on steroids. It was the next door neighbor, who was inquiring if a blue Mercedes sports car belonged to them. Stevie said “yes, why?” The neighbor started to calmly explain that the car had rolled back down the hill, off the side, flipped upside down once or twice, & into their yard…almost landing in the pool, being stopped only by some shrubbery. Two tow trucks, a lot of time, & heavy damage to both car & plant life later, Stevie had to make the call to Keith & break the news. Forgot to set the parking brake & put the car in park. The good news, the car missed the pool & house of the neighbors. The bad, it did not miss the landscape & steep hill, trashing the car. I must say, Keith took it in stride when he came back & was a good sport about it. That is my favorite classic Stevie story, so there you have it. Way to get my attention by the way. (Now don’t everybody try this, it only works once) Lol.
What is your viewpoint on industry awards (specifically the Grammys)? What was it like to win Album of the Year for Rumours?
I hate awards for music or art. By what standard is it determined, what is so called best? Popularity with the public? We already have that award, its called “sales”. Awards determined by a voting board of industry insiders? Oh yeah, that’s real fair & accurate, if you like absolute self-congratulatory bullshit. Believe me, I have a few, I even allowed myself to be photographed with them for this blog in response to a question. I will have to live with being a hypocrite now. But let me be clear, I am against any TV or award show that pits one art or performance against another. It might be some form of time filling entertainment, but has no place in the legitimate art world. This kind of rewarding oneself, only serves to make the industry feel better about themselves after ripping the punters off for years by charging them for an album, when in actual fact, had only one or two good songs worth buying. (I would like to think there was very little filler on FM albums, we tried to give you your money’s worth.) Thankfully, the digital age put an end to that, though this is a detriment to the art of the album flow. Furthermore, I believe that all the artists you see on those TV contest shows are absolute winners & it’s the judges that are the absolute losers for destroying peoples precious dreams in the name of corporate profit, personal money needs and in such a public forum. This is home entertainment now? Good luck with that one, I guess we all get what we deserve & if we watch it, we deserve it. Shame on the so called “new music industry” show some human heart. It seems like the music biz has become one big selfie. There, I said it, now I will stand by it.
That being said, it was quite an honor to stand there with my friends & accept the highest honor of the Grammy, in front of my absolute idols seated before me. You would have to be brain dead not to feel proud. It just seemed like more of an achievement back then & less of a self-affirmation that doing less than stellar music is somehow alright.
To all my followers, which I now call friends, I would like to share some feelings I’ve had since yesterday, if you will indulge me for a minute. As you know, yesterday we received a rather interesting message about me “throwing Lindsey under the bus”, or “selling Lindsey out”. I am proud of the…