I was working at this club in downtown L.A. from four to eight at night, just Eddie Rubin, the drummer, and I.

I'd gone through periods where I didn't work live performances for probably seven or eight months at a time.

But I always loved songs with great lyrics.

That rich guy you've been seeing, must have put you down. Welcome back baby, to the poor side of town.

All summer long we spent dancin' in the sand, and the jukebox kept on playing Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band.

About two months into the Whisky, I borrowed some money and rented a remote recording truck.

When I came back to California in the early '60s I was hanging out with Jimmy Bowen, Phil Spector, and I wanted to be a record producer and work with other artists.