I lived on Gould Avenue in 1970, a pivotal year in the music industry. The Beatles were breaking up, and soon after, Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, and Jim Morrison all died of overdoses. David Carradine was hosting a band in his bungalow 75 steps up the hill from the street. His brother, Keith, was in it. We could hear bands rehearsing all over the Hollywood Hills. We played a few gigs (McCabe's Guitar Shop, others), recorded some (The Sound Factory), and then broke up. The Hollywood royalty (Barbara Hershey, the Carradines) went back to their agents and lucrative movies gigs; the hangers on fell back on whatever lives we'd left behind in Michigan, New Mexico, Massachusetts, and elsewhere.