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

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

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

I was rooming with Jimmy Bowen at the time, doing some gigs, then I went back to New Orleans and played there in '62.

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.

My first really good guitar was a Gibson J-45.