I'm extremely honored to have a few quotes in Michael Walker's excellent book Laurel Canyon: The Inside Story of Rock 'n' Roll's Legendary Neighborhood. Michael is a respected journalist (L.A. Times, New Yorker, Esquire, etc.) and he actually lives in Laurel Canyon.
Other authors have striven to capture the fleeting magic of the days of the 60s and 70s, when so much classic rock music was created in and among the leafy hillsides, in little wood and stone houses teetering on the steep winding canyon roads of this artist enclave situated not more than two miles from the brash and rowdy Sunset Strip.
Laurel Canyon has earned its place in rock history along with New York's Brill Building, Nashville's Music Row, and Detroit's Motown Records as a place of pilgrimage for rock music fans. Michael Walker's recounting has a sense of place which those other writers, eager to leap into recountings of drug excesses and sexual stupidity, seem to have always evaded. They miss the romance of it.
Michael talks with Chris Hillman, Graham Nash, Henry Diltz, Ronnie Stone, Pamela Des Barres, Gail Zappa, Kim Fowley, and an assortment of characters from the days of future past - the architects of California rock. He looks at Altamont, Charlie Manson, cocaine, and finally the murders on Wonderland Avenue.
The book continues to get great reviews, there's a blog, where you can keep up on daily doings in the Canyon as well as more links to audio interviews, and so on.