SS: But you guys were hanging out a lot, especially around the recording of your first solo album, If I Could Only Remember My Name.
DC: I couldn’t have made that record without them. Jerry practically co-produced it. He was there so many nights, he gave so much of himself to that record. He was so generous, and so was everybody else. It was a joint project of the entire city, just about. It was a joke to call it a “solo record.” There were no rules. Because we had just completely grabbed the brass ring with Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young, I could afford to go down to Wally Heider’s studio every night just for laughs. Anybody that showed up, we’d try something. Paul would show up, Grace would show up, Nash would show up, Neil would show up, Jerry would show up, Phil would show up, Casady would show up, and Jorma would show up. We were just screwing around, and when you screw around with that caliber of players and singers, you goin’ to get some shit, if you’re patient. And we lucked out. I still am as proud of that record as I am of anything we’ve ever done.
I was in a pretty emotional state, living on my boat in Sausalito, trying to stay so deeply in music that the other thing – Christine – wouldn’t drive me under. I needed to work all the time, so I would write constantly, and when I wasn’t writing I was recording, and when I wasn’t recording, I would try to get some place to play. It was all I had to hang on to , so I was pretty prolific.
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