PISMO BEACH, CA Harry’s Bar in Pismo Beach, “voted number one years in a row”, out of two pubs in town, was rocking. On a Monday night. The band, its members half-man half-muppet, looked as if they had been transported from the seventies, not directly by time machine, but the long way via all the
The whole trip was a surprise. We stayed in Laurel Canyon, the legendary hideout of seventies rock stars, in a house once the residence of Neil Young. A few houses down the road was the site of Frank Zappa’s barn, the epicentre of the Canyon community.
It could have been any time since the 1930s, just as Raymond Chandler described it- minus a few thousand cars and a smattering of modern hotels- people’s attire alone indicating the passage of time. The surprise escarpment down to the beach concealing Highway One and the line of grand old houses- and the parking lot.