In My Room

In My Room

My mother was afraid to let me have freedom and sheltered me in place.  I yearned to be free and be with my friends.  I remember singing to a Beach Boys song . . .”There’s a place where I can go and tell my troubles to . . . in my room, in my room.”  I related to that song.  It’s so hard to be a teenager really, lots of hormones and all.

I finally moved away from home and got an apartment with a friend I made at the telephone company.  Another friend of mine invited some guys over that she met at her high school prom.  They were in the band that played for it.  We partied and had fun.  The guys set me up with a blind date.  It was with their music producer named Gary.

Gary took me to Tower Records where he was producing Paul Revere and the Raiders.  He was working on re-mixing previously recorded material.  A band called “The Monkeys” was in the next door studio.  We were invited over to one of their houses in the Hollywood Hills afterwards.  When we were in the underground garage I watched as a couple of the guys from the Monkeys sped out of the garage in very fancy sports cars and made huge sparks fly when they hit the driveway.

I really didn’t even know who the Monkeys were at that point and was surprised to find out later how popular they were.

Gary also took me to the studio that the Beach Boys recorded in – Western Studios.  It was a thin and long room with the instrument panels at one end.  We stayed in the instrument room while Gary recorded someone in one of the booths.  He explained that the room's shape made for a better sound.

Then I found out that Gary had been the person who wrote “In My Room.”