Hotel California: Singer-songwriters and Cocaine Cowboys in the L.A. Canyons 1967–1976. Barney Hoskyns

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      For at least two years, Geffen was jetting back and forth between New York and Los Angeles. A fast-rising star, he lived in a chic apartment on Central Park South and stayed at the Beverly Hills Hotel when he was in LA. On one trip he pressed a demo of Laura’s songs into the hands of Bones Howe, producer of pop-soul group the Fifth Dimension. Subsequently they recorded several Nyro tunes, notably the smash hits ‘Stoned Soul Picnic’ and ‘Wedding Bell Blues’. To Geffen’s delight, the value of Laura’s catalogue increased exponentially as a result. Brazenly disregarding rules governing conflict of interest, he worked as both her agent and her publisher, forming Tuna Fish Music in partnership with her. ‘David was an opportunist,’ says Joe Smith. ‘He was very quick and very smart.’

      Geffen’s energy was formidable. ‘He never stopped,’ says Essra Mohawk, an aspiring singer-songwriter adopted by Nyro. ‘I called him The Elf on Roller Skates. He seemed gay to me, so I never bought that he and Laura were a couple. I liked him a lot. He was very friendly.’ In May 1968 he quit William Morris and joined Ted Ashley’s agency. His responsibilities were now almost entirely musical. When he wasn’t in California himself he would receive at least one phone call a day from Elliot Roberts. Usually it involved the careers of Joni Mitchell and Neil Young.

      Before a year was up, Geffen was tiring of Ashley Famous. He began scheming to form not just his own agency but his own label and personal-management firm too. With unprecedented audacity he suggested to Clive Davis that he leave his job as president of Columbia and partner him, Geffen, in a new label. Davis declined. In February 1969, turning 26, Geffen resigned from Ashley Famous and launched David Geffen Enterprises. First, however, came a major challenge: the disentangling of Crosby, Stills and Nash so they could form a new group.

      Taking a break from LA in early 1969, Crosby, Stills and Nash honed their new material in a house that Paul Rothchild kept on Long Island. While there they went into New York City to formalise their relationship with David Geffen. Elliot Roberts flew out from LA to be present. What CSN proposed in Geffen’s Central Park South apartment was a straight no-paper handshake deal. Geffen hesitated for a split second and then agreed. Clive Davis, who thought highly of Geffen’s sharklike talent, released David Crosby without a whimper; if anything he was delighted to be rid of ‘the Bad Byrd’. In exchange Davis would get the Buffalo Springfield’s Richie Furay and his new group Poco. A tougher sell was Jerry Wexler, who fiercely resisted Geffen’s request that Atlantic release Stephen Stills. When Geffen came to see him, the meeting sparked a decade of bad blood. Jerry, a well-read jazzophile who scorned agents as parasites, physically threw the smaller man out of his office.

      ‘I knew [Jerry’s] accomplishments and went to him with great respect,’ Geffen later protested. ‘I’m not saying I was completely in control of my emotions, because I wasn’t. But Wexler wouldn’t even listen to me. He treated me like dirt. He screamed and yelled and acted like I was looking to rob him.’ Altogether wilier was the response of Ahmet Ertegun. The legendary co-founder of Atlantic thought a few moves ahead of Wexler. What, he asked himself, can I get out of this arrogant kid? ‘I saw in him a potential genius entertainment executive or entrepreneur,’ Ertegun said in 1990. ‘He was very bright, very fast. He was younger than me and he had a keen sense of where youth was going in America.’

      Turning on all his Park Avenue charm, Ahmet seduced Geffen, who left thinking the goateed Atlantic prez was ‘the most sophisticated, amusing, and encouraging man I had ever met in my life’. Within weeks, Crosby, Stills and Nash was an Atlantic act. ‘Later I saw [Geffen’s] devotion to his artists,’ Jerry Wexler would concede. ‘His group of California rock poets worked for him without a contract – that’s how deep their trust ran.’ But the two men were to clash even more unpleasantly.

      With the CSN deal inked, Geffen decided to make Los Angeles his base. ‘There was so much going on in California that it was the only place to be,’ he says. With Elliot Roberts already based there and building a stable of talent, David knew it was the right time to strike. The two men cemented their partnership as they drove to Carl Gottlieb’s house on Gardner Street one afternoon. ‘David stopped the car,’ says Roberts. ‘Then he turned to me and said, “Listen, let’s just do this.”’ When Elliot faintly protested that he’d done most of the hard work himself, David told him to shut up. ‘You know you’ll make twice as much money with me,’ he said.

      Installed in a fancy new office at 9130 Sunset Boulevard, the two men plotted to shape the destinies of the canyon ladies and gentlemen. ‘The word got around that there were these music-industry guys who were also human beings,’ says Jackson Browne. ‘Crosby told me that Geffen was really brilliant but you could also trust him. And you could. David and Elliot would have done anything for their artists. In an industry full of cannibals, they were like the infantry coming over the hill.’

      ‘[David] had a description – he said these people were significant artists,’ Bones Howe recalls. ‘The significant artist is an artist who creates his own music, records it, and produces it. These people created and crafted themselves. And he was fascinated with that process.’ ‘By “significant artists” I really meant singer-songwriters,’ Geffen says. ‘People who were self-contained.’

       Geffen–Roberts was a fearsome double act, like Charlie Greene and Brian Stone with credibility and Levi’s. Elliot was the people person, emotional caretaker to the sensitive stars; Geffen was the financial wizard behind the scenes, outsmarting the industry’s cleverest titans. ‘We were both very involved with the artists, but in different ways,’ Geffen says. ‘Elliot would go on the road with them but I would not. I did most of the business for the artists and Elliot did most of the hanging-out with them.’

      ‘Elliot in some strange way was the vehicle for David to be so successful, because in some regard it was his musical taste that defined all of this,’ says Ron Stone, hired to help manage the Geffen–Roberts acts. ‘Elliot had this amazing sensitivity to this kind of music and made some incredibly insightful choices. I forgive him all his other foibles, because there was a touch of genius there.’

      ‘In the Laurel Canyon and Topanga areas, Elliot was the rare manager who actually lived there rather than Beverly Hills,’ says Joel Bernstein. ‘The whole vibe of Elliot’s office, with a roll-top desk, told you they’d got into the whole canyon vibe – this whole updated Western fantasy.’ Geffen–Roberts clients were under no illusions about the duo’s master plan, however. ‘Elliot Roberts is a good dude,’ David Crosby told Ben Fong-Torres. ‘However, he is, in his managerial capacity, capable of lying straight-faced to anyone, any time, ever.’ And if Roberts didn’t rob you blind, the grinning Crosby continued, ‘we’ll send Dave Geffen over: he’ll take your whole company. And sell it while you’re out to lunch, you know.’

      But it wasn’t all about money for Geffen. There was a part of David that fed off the egos and insecurities of his stars, compulsively trying to make everything perfect for them. Staying sober and focused while the СКАЧАТЬ