Everybody’s got something to hide except for me and my monkey...
Johnny, is that you?
:-)
A short story...
In Summer,’68, my wife to be and I moved from Ohio to Hollywood - one year before Charlie Manson’s family went on their reign of terror.
One Sat afternoon I was listening to KHJ on my clock radio sitting atop my refrigerator.
A guest DJ was playing music I had never heard and chatting what was happening in the recording studio or what the song was about.
The album? White Album
The guest DJ? George Harrison
A week later it was released and I bought a copy at a shop on Sunset.