"He would walk into the studio and there was not much else you had to know. That stare, the look—somewhere between James Dean, Phil Everly and Dylan. He was always so intense, and yet he was always the most down to earth, salt of the earth guy. He wrote about his sister and Mary and Rosalita, and Wendy and Candy and Sandy and someday he would stand on a stage every night on Broadway and tell his story about growing up, and his old man, and being born to run.” Eric Meola
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