I was working on a song with a rock band and some studio musicians one Friday when we decided to call it quits and leave the studio around 8pm.
We were staying in a rented house that friday night with a few girls and more than enough drugs.The house was in LA up in the hills on (I found out later) Benedict Canyon Road.
While we were getting high and drunk and playing with the girls, about a quarter of a mile from us Sharon Tate and her house guests were being massacred by several of Charles Manson's young zombies. The first we knew anything out of the ordinary was wrong was when we noticed a convoy of polive vehicle clogging up the road the next morning and refusing to let anyone leave the area.
The devil wasn’t partying quite as hearty with you folks as he was with the Mansons... but I hope you took warning! :-)