The fact is, until I got out of high school, I was pretty sure I’d end up in journalism or teaching English or working in a bookstore or something along those lines. I had a little piano trio in high school but, by jazz standards, I was strictly an amateur. Then it was the summer of ’65 and my friend Pete gave me that psychedelic sugar cube. After the universe stopped squirming around and the colors dimmed down a bit, I was left with a new sense of possibility. When I started college that fall, I noticed that guys who played even worse than I did were all in bands and seemed to be having major fun. By the time I hooked up with my partner, Walter Becker, a couple of years later, I’d pretty much given up on a literary career. In the mid-eighties, when I was in the midst of a severe episode of creative torpor, Susan Lyne, who was starting up Premiere magazine, asked if I’d be interested in writing a film music column. Although I didn’t know that much about the subject, I’d seen a lot of movies and I thought it might be therapeutic.
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