Living large in the 80’s
and having fun
I was busy though
and always on the run
Lived out of a suitcase
’cause I traveled a lot
But I got to sample some stuff
that only money bought.
I just got through watching the Netflix documentary “The Music Track Of Our Lives” which was about Clive Davis and excellent. I had no idea how many artists that he was involved with from so many genres.
One of the things that they talked about was Clive’s famous pre-Grammy parties which I had along with my daughter Candis, had the pleasure of attending. At the time, I was working on a Satelite project in Westwood which turned out really well for Candis because I had to get an apartment there and she was going to UCLA which was close by.
Shortly after moving in together, I called up my old friend Charlie Minor to tell him that I was going to to be in town for a while and would love to get together for dinner sometime. He said, “You couldn’t have called me at a better time because I have a question for you that has to be answered yes or no right now.” Fire away I told him. He then said, “I have two tickets to the Grammys tomorrow night, you want them? “Hey, Candis” I yelled, “Charlie wants to know if we wanna go to the Grammy’s tomorrow night,” when her screams of joy subsided, I told him that we had a yes so he told us to meet him at Le Dome a little later and he would give me the tickets.
When we arrived at Le Dome, they were already turning away folks at the door but the mere mention of Charlie’s name we were whisked right in. After wading our way through the folks who were all standing around drinking flutes of Champagne, I spotted Charlie at the bar. He was holding court with a bunch of Hollywood types but when he saw us, he came right over and gave Candis a big hug and told her to call him when she graduated because he had something in the works. As he slipped me the Grammy tickets, he whispered in my ear, “Stay close, we’re gonna crash the Arista party.”
At some point, Charlie came up to me and said, “We’re outta here.” We ended up at the Beverly Hills Hotel where Charlie led us down an ornate stairway to the ballroom below where the invitation-only party was being held. I remember wondering, “How the hell is Charlie gonna pull this off, when suddenly out of nowhere, Clive Davis appeared. After he and Charlie hugged, Clive thanked Charlie for coming, and then personally escorted us all inside and then found us some open chairs at a table. Once Candis and I were seated, I discovered that we were sitting with Jefferson Starship and everywhere I looked all I saw were Superstars.
I thought it was so cool when Barry Manilow and Kenny G came over to introduce themselves but the highlight of the evening for Candis had to be when Charlie called her over and introduced her to childhood idol, Donny Osmond. (pictured above) I was amazed by how she was able to have an entire conversation without exclaiming, “Wow, I grew up singing along with you into my special Donny and Marie microphones.” Oh what a night, and it wasn’t even Grammy time yet.
The Grammy’s were hilariously hosted by Billy Crystal who we saw again when we were invited to a private party at Spago’s where Wolfgang Puck personally served us up one of his personal pizzas.
As while we mingled with the stars, I suddenly lost Candis when she spotted Rick Springfield who was her favorite soap star across the room. I didn’t see her again until it was time to go home.
I’ll never forget those Hollywood nights, nor will I ever forget Charlie Minor. Rest in peace, my brother.