I was thinking as they ripped my ocean front deck up with this crane, that I wrote heaps of songs whilst sitting there staring out at the ocean. Windansea beach in La Jolla was where I lived from 1988 to 2013. I remember driving north on Neptune Place by the ocean checking out the surf and girls in bikinis when I stopped on the corner of Playa Del Sur and got out of my car because I saw a for rent sign. There were a few dudes kicking back on the apt community deck drinking beers and laughing.

I said "can I check out the apartment you're renting?"

"Sure, follow me" said David Frapwell. "What do you do for a living?"

"I'm a guitar player singer in a band called The Rugburns and I sell pvc pipe nipples during the day. I'm a nipple salesman with a fondness for a song."

"You're not loud are you?"

"No! I'm mellow. I'll just quietly strum my acoustic guitar."

"Ok. Cool."

"How much are asking for rent?"

"800 bucks a month."

"I'd like to fill out a rental application please."

"No need to."

"Whaddya mean?"

"I mean you seem like a cool guy. If you want it it's yours. I don't like paperwork. Let's just do this on a handshake. Pay your rent on time and don't wreck the place."

"Wow! Really? That's so cool. Thank you! I'm never moving. They'll have to tear this place down to get me out."

That was 1988. Jewel lived with me there. Anya Marina lived with me there. Java Joe spent many a night on my couch. There were crazy fun parties. I watched life go by and wrote more songs than I can remember. The last time I ever saw Steve Foth was at my apartment. He and I wrote Hitchhiker Joe together.

I saw so many beautiful sunsets and green flashes. So many beautiful full moons.

They're putting condos up. 7 units. They'll probably cost 1.4 million. I don't have that much money. I need to play a lot of house concerts. Maybe if I concentrate and meditate I can make it happen.

I need to fly to Oklahoma to play The Woody Guthrie Folk Festival.

Love, Steve