teenagers are so prone to anxiety and destruction, music helps them

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“We were playing bar mitzvahs at the Brentwood Temple, house parties—the Jewish kids would have their chaperone dances, and the Catholic kids would have theirs—it was all dogshit,” Kim Fowley remembers. “In between times we’d be stealing golf clubs. We’d chase ambulances and fire engines, and when some rich guy’s house went up in flames we’d go for the golf clubs because we could sell them in the ghetto. Black people wanted to play golf in the ’50s. We’d go down to the black neighborhood, and all the other thieves would be there with the toasters and waffle irons. The bass players were always wandering in and out, and the guitar players were always the hardest to get. So Phil Spector would come by and play sometimes. But he was just a guy who knew the songs that everybody else knew. He didn’t make an impression. Give him ten bucks, or don’t give him anything so we can have more.”