“Oh,” I said. “Come on in.” We went to the music room. I asked him why he’d come to see me, and he said that he wanted to thank me for all the music I’d made. He said that the songs had helped him through some hard times. “You really want to see me?” I said. “Are you sure you don’t want to see John Lennon or Harry Nilsson? I’m all washed up.” The guy laughed. He must have thought I was joking. But I wasn’t joking. I didn’t know where things were heading. I didn’t want to think about it. As far as I was concerned, the California Saga was the best thing on the record we had just finished.
