Everything looked so normal. The large, ranch-style house glistened. Here, up the winding road that leads from Hollywood to Laurel Canyon, only the sounds of kids playing interrupted the calm.

"How are you doing, Dweezil?" the man asked a young boy playing in the driveway. The kid said nothing for a moment. Then, looking down at the pavement, he whined, "Fine."

A teenage girl came skipping down the stairs from the house. "Where's your dad?" asked the man.

"He's in there," she said, pointing to a door slightly ajar. As I said, it looked normal. But looks can be deceptive. (read more)

Source: slime.oofytv.set

This interview is taken from Music Pulse, July 1980.

Source: slime.oofytv.set