Lately I’ve heard about people I’ve known or relatives of people I know falling down and dying. Last night week I got into my car and...

I’m writing my coming out story for my memoir and it’s practically turning into a book on it’s own… and I’m just getting started. Trying...

A few months ago, I was talking with a Senate candidate about AC/DC, his favorite band. It kind of blows my mind to imagine someone in...

After I couldn’t stand one more moment watching CBS Records butcher the bands on my label, 415 Records, I took a job as general manager...

I’m not a sports fan, never have been. As president of Reprise, I had great seats for basketball and baseball and I would use them either...

You Are What You Eat… What About What You Wear? I was around 21 or 22 years old, wandering around Afghanistan, when I stopped in this...

So, as you probably know, I’m trying to write this memoir… but I don’t have the greatest memory in the world. Neither do most of my...

When I was growing up, this was the Devil's Music: "You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain Too much love drives a man insane" A few...

The first time I heard a diagnosis of cancer it shocked me. My mind didn’t go blank; it was more like white noise. I heard the doctor say...

I spend a lot of time looking for 3 things: a photo of Otto that may not exist, a photo of a marine I had a torrid affair with a few...

Back on August 1, I published a page, Me And Tim Leary, from the work I’m doing on my memoir. But a few days ago I was looking for a book...

A couple of weeks ago, I posted about how Jefferson Starship’s then-young guitarist Craig Chaquico had traded me a tour jacket for an...

I loved Mrs Couey. We didn’t have “Ms” yet back then. She was my faculty advisor when I was chairman of the Student Activities Board. I...

I went to work for Sire because I was crazy about the alternative rock the label was famous for— from the Ramones, Richard Hell, the Dead...

It’s funny what you remember and what just fades away with time. In the late summer of 1985 I was in Istanbul for no reason I can recall,...

I was still searching for a photo of Otto when I stumbled across a letter-sized envelope from the City Hotel in Reykjavik. It was...

I’m embarrassed. I can’t remember how I first met U2. I know I was in London and it was before they had any music out. I’m guessing I met...

You know what’s funny about this picture of me and Craig Chaquico? Well, actually I’m going to tell you in a minute. But I just realized...

I’m getting to a point in my memoir-writing where everyone I know— i.e., my friends— is getting angry about me wanting to use stories...

Early in 1977, Chris Knab and I started playing DEVO, an indie band from Akron, Ohio, on our late night radio show on KSAN. The first...