A barely-related aside to this week's post: In May 1974, I was on the stage crew for a college rock concert, Procol Harum, with opening acts Livingston Taylor and Chad Stuart, who'd gone solo during a break from Chad & Jeremy.
Backstage after his performance, I chatted with Chad, and when I asked him about his career, he told me what a horrible experience the early days had been, thrown onto a huge tour when the two of them were way too young. He seemed really bitter about it.
But as I now look over his later career, it looks like he made the best of a varied and wonderful career.
Thank you! And thanks for the story. One thing I didn’t mention was that Firesign’s Phil Proctor was living with Jeremy Clyde around this time in an old mansion in Encino owned by a doctor (an anesthesiologist I think) that had a swimming pool, bomb shelter, and other accoutrements of old Hollywood. This while Bergman and Austin were living on a ramshackle semi-communal property in the Hollywood Hills called The Farm (which I’m sure I’ll write about at some point).
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A barely-related aside to this week's post: In May 1974, I was on the stage crew for a college rock concert, Procol Harum, with opening acts Livingston Taylor and Chad Stuart, who'd gone solo during a break from Chad & Jeremy.
Backstage after his performance, I chatted with Chad, and when I asked him about his career, he told me what a horrible experience the early days had been, thrown onto a huge tour when the two of them were way too young. He seemed really bitter about it.
But as I now look over his later career, it looks like he made the best of a varied and wonderful career.
Thank you! And thanks for the story. One thing I didn’t mention was that Firesign’s Phil Proctor was living with Jeremy Clyde around this time in an old mansion in Encino owned by a doctor (an anesthesiologist I think) that had a swimming pool, bomb shelter, and other accoutrements of old Hollywood. This while Bergman and Austin were living on a ramshackle semi-communal property in the Hollywood Hills called The Farm (which I’m sure I’ll write about at some point).