Posted: Oct 7, 2008 3:43 pm
I'm saving most of the juicy bits for my book, but in short he morphed into someone who I found quite predatory and unsavory. We were quite friendly for awhile, but he broke in on my girlfriend and I when we were in the midst and started taking his clothes off, and when I threw him a joint and told him to take his joint elsewhere he pretty much decided our relationship was adversarial. Like most members of the animal kingdom, for him sex is more for domination than pleasure, and when I denied him it completely threw him. Last time I saw him he had his manager attempt to strongarm me while he tried to burn my face with a lit cigarette, but my adrenaline went into overdrive and I wallopped both of them and I'm not much of a fighter but he's a total wuss.
Musically speaking, a spent force. I wish I had been able to work with him before he had given up on being tuneful. He did ask me during the making of BACH'S BOTTOM whether I thought he was brain damaged. My reply was that I didn't know him long enough to really tell whether that was his problem, and I was being truthful and evasively kind. I know what my reply would be now, but at the time I was trying to maintain some sort of equilibrium in the midst of making a record which had already declined to depths of insanity and self-indulgence. I was all of 20 at the time, this was the first album I'd produced, and I felt a pressure to deliver a work that would somehow redeem an artist who had destroyed his career for the second time, recently come out of the hospital for quaalude addiction, and was in sadomasochistic relationship with a woman of questionable sanity.
Hey, I did the best I can. Not my best work, but some people dig it, that's the best I could do at the time. Robert Christgau gave it a pretty nice review, and there were no precursors for it----the punk attitude was no pose.