Once again, I can’t seem to find the top button on my shirt.
One of the few photos I have of Lindsey, Carol, & I together, so I thought I would share it (with deepest respect to Lindsey’s current wife, Kristen.) Carol & I always enjoyed a close friendship, hopefully this picture reflects that. Hope this picture finds her in good health & she enjoys this post.
Out & about in Washington D.C. and enjoying our day. Please enjoy yours.
The very first moment I set eyes on Stevie was the very first moment I set foot in “control room A” at Sound City. My times at Sound City & friendship with Stevie & Lindsey would be intertwined like a ball of string after a first kite flight for at least the next couple of years. Kieth Olsen got me hired there through Dave Devore, & Joe Gottfried, the then owner of Sound City. My first task was to help paint the control room (this horrible brown color I think) in “studio A” along with a few other unfortunate souls Joe had managed to recruit. Among these souls were Stevie & Lindsey & I swear, Stevie had more paint on her then on the ceiling she was supposed to be painting (not exactly the queen of the paint roller on a poll). Even through the dripping brown paint on her face I could see she was Quite beautiful. They (Stevie & Lindsey) were living at Kieth Olsen’s house in Coldwater Canyon at the time & felt obligated to help Keith & Joe with the studio for upcoming studio time & efforts put into their career. As I looked up at the ceiling, I realized that this girl was not suited for painting & grabbed the roller out of her hand & took over. Now that I think of it, I never stopped looking up when standing next to Stevie. Now I see a free spirit, rustling like leaves on a tall tree anchored in deep earth, not uneven paint. But I’m still looking up. Even though you were sometimes a pain in my neck, (looking up too much I suppose) I’m still looking up.
“I love Lindsey’s work. I didn’t hang around with him for seven years for nothing, listening to him play guitar every single night, watching him fall asleep with his electric guitar across his chest. There were nights I had to pry the guitar off of him so he could sleep in a normal position.”