I wrote lyrics for Eddy in the late 1970s after meeting him through mutual friend Brandon Curtis who played electric violin for Eddy's "Liquid Gang" band. We performed at L.A.'s Starwood, where people stood in line around the block in the rain to get in and a (then) obscure band called "The Police" opened for us. As Eddy played his voodoo song, I tired myself in Yoga knots on stage, folding my arms behind my head and passing a Marlboro in and out of my mouth at the same time. People thought they were prop plastic arms, but they were mine. Brandon died this past August. He thought Eddy was a better drummer than Ringo Starr and I agree.