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She Changed My Life.
She Changed My Life.
I’m finding that I’m enjoying these late night reminiscences. I could go on about Meg and I know I will some other evening, but I’d like to travel elsewhere tonight. Strange things can change our lives. In a few moments a small thing happens and the whole course of your life changes. I was in college my senior year. Meg and I had gone separate ways. I had paid most of my way through school playing coffeehouses and had a small reputation as a guitarist.
This lovely woman songwriter/singer was doing a concert at the school with a bass player at the school. A friend introduced me to the bass player. He asked me a few questions about my playing and if I would play a piece. I did. It was an obscure song by a Canadian duo that I didn’t expect him to know but I was very wrong. It turned out to be the only song that he sang in their act. He asked if I would come up and play guitar for him when he did that song that evening. I was very flattered and the whole course of events had been so unlikely that I had to agree.
That’s how I came to meet Cheryl. After I played she offered me a job. So I went on the road. Cheryl had these eyes. She would get up on stage and just take over the room. She had already done one album when I went to work for her but it hadn’t done a lot. It was pretty folkey and the style was running it course.
I moved to Pennsylvania where Cheryl was from and we traveled, mostly to colleges, for the next few months. Cheryl and I had a brief affair but it didn’t seem to make much sense and soon passed. It didn’t seem to get in the way of our work. And as a musicians on the road neither one of us lacked much attention.
That when the call came to ask Cheryl to come out to LA to record a new album. We packed up and headed out to LA for three months to do the recording. Neither of us ever came back to the east coast again.
She did three more albums. Good music but not the big hit she needed. I went into another part of the industry that proved to be very successful for me and I owed much of it to Cheryl, a few moment of a chance introduction and an obscure song.
It came out better for me. Cheryl found Rock and Drugs. There were lots of guys that were eager to give her the best stuff any time just to have her attention. Combine that with the pressures of being a solo artist, concerts, road trips and things tend to get out of hand. I spent a few years getting calls day and night with some drama or another; business or romantic. Rehabs and asylums followed. I got a house at the beach and moved her in to try and dry her out. I produced a few cut for her as well after the record deals dried up and her reputation for dependability was gone. She couldn’t keep it together though. She wanted the Hollywood club scene and the attention of the die-hard fans, that and drinks and the drugs. So much talent so much promise. I ran into her about ten years ago. She was playing a little club in Santa Monica. She “borrowed’ $200. It was the least I could do. She changed my life. I wish I could have done more for her’s.