Published: January 21, 2019
‘It was our wildest recording session ever, this psychedelic setting with friends playing strip poker and people wrestling and diving on top of each other’
A car pulled up outside my flat in Portland, Oregon. Before the Dandy Warhols signed to EMI, I was a mechanic, so I knew the vehicle: a 1980-81 BMW 320i with a primer quarter panel, the ubiquitous affordable BMW. The driver was this super-cool-looking woman with bleached hair piled up with black roots and a shirt worn over a pink top. The lights changed and off she went, just as I’d started thinking that if the car stalled, I could go down and say: “Hey, I can fix that.” Instead, I cranked out Bohemian Like You in around five minutes.
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