Man, I love me some John Phillips. Not everything, mind you—not the Mamas And The Papas really, or the later stuff with saxophones. But that first solo album, John, The Wolfking of LA, well that’s become soundtrack-to-life music. “Someone’s Sleeping,” “The Mermaid,” “Malibu People,” “Topanga Canyon” … it’s just good livin’ music, music to relax in, beautiful sun-washed scenery, and a lovely sense of longing.
So … it’s pretty weird to hear that Phillips had sex with his daughter for over a decade, plus he apparently injected her with heroine at the age of 16, et cetera. I don’t have all the facts, but sounds pretty raw. Listen, everyone has their secrets. But these are BIG secrets. And I haven’t really played the album since I found out—because I’m creeped the frick out! So here’s the question, is the art separate from the person? I don’t know. But … yuck. That’s all.