“During the late Sixties and early Seventies, Jimmy Webb was arguably the most successful mainstream songwriter alive, churning out sweeping, richly orchestrated hits for Glen Campbell, Barbra Streisand and Frank Sinatra, among others. Webb’s new memoir, The Cake and the Rain, follows his rise from Oklahoma preacher’s son to L.A. “Jimma!” he said again, and I found myself nose-to-nose and eyebrow-to-eyebrow with Elvis Presley. I eased my head around cautiously, not sure who had managed to move in so close. The guy had bent over and put his elbow right down on the bar to talk to me. “These Boots Are Made for Walking” was just short of deafening on the sound system as I felt, rather than sensed, a person immediately to my right.Ī familiar baritone bourbon voice reverberated in my ear “Jimma.” ![]() I laughed and wheeled around to devote my attention to the gold veins in the black mirror behind the bar. I ordered a beer and swiveled to face the crowd, which had reached maximum spatial saturation, a point at which literally no person in the room can move in any direction for any distance. Nobody knew who the hell I was unless they were telepathic, which made it easier to slide through the seekers and sounders and find a friendly bar stool in the corner. ![]() I drifted from the center of the room, where I’d greeted Nancy Sinatra, a sweet, straightforward kid my age, and her father who wasn’t really known for long, frivolous conversations.
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