It was the Winter I was hanging out around the west side of California when I meet Robert (Bob). At one of those typical West Hollywood parties, lots of hot crotch and silicone breasts. These parties have more pretty blonde people in one place than any other place on Earth. In the corner of the game room he is pick'n and grin'n a sweet six string, a handful of folks, half-ass paying attention to his impromptu performance.
I slide in sideways for a closer look see and to hear the boy. Is that Adrien Brody I ask my gal pal. "He gets that all the time, don't mention it, he gets pissed". Ok. I'm a big fan of all kinds of music. I can't play any instrument and am in awe of those that can do it well. Bob played a couple of tunes, then disappeared.
In the next two months there was a party happening every other day at someone's house. A friend of a friend of friend, all were having parties, L.A. to Malibu and back again. During these weeks, months our paths crisscrossed and I became friendly with Robert or Bob, his friends called him Bobby, his stage name was Malibu Bobby.