I wrote a book. It's called "Reincarnation Tapes" and it's a semi-autobiographical (yet highly exaggerated and fictional) tale of a bunch of weirdo musicians in a studio in Topanga Canyon, California. Some of the events I wrote about actually happened. Some didn't. Read the book and try to figure out the real parts, that's part of the appeal I think. Here's the overly-simplified summary I usually use:
Craving a release from his young monotony, newly-sober Adam Collins leaves behind his reporting job and girlfriend to follow his musical ambitions to a studio in Los Angeles, specifically in Topanga Canyon, an odd and isolated hippy enclave in the Santa Monica mountains. Adam wants what he thinks his friends have there--a freewheeling, careless life of abandon, but Adam struggles with one question again and again: at what cost? A first-person tale with a cast of characters equally odd and misguided, Reincarnation Tapes examines the varied determination of musicians, their addictions and the consequences of going all-in.