RICHIE FURAY: Hooked On The Holy Ghost
In the spring of 1966, the Buffalo Springfield was building a fanatical Los Angeles following and had virtually unseated the Byrds as the ultimate Southern California house band. The Whiskey was their roost and the faces in the crowd were more than repeaters, they were season ticket holders.
In the spring of 1966, the Buffalo Springfield was building a fanatical Los Angeles following and had virtually unseated the Byrds as the ultimate Southern California house band. The Whiskey was their roost and the faces in the crowd were more than repeaters, they were season ticket holders.
One fan was a 19-year-old blonde from nearby Granada Hills. Just a few weeks after she finally had the nerve to approach Richie Furay, she abruptly became Nancy Furay. Nine years after that particular apocalypse Nancy, who still could pass for 19, reminisced “I used to go down to the Whiskey every night and just stare at Richie. I even brought my mother with me to stare at him too. We couldn’t take our eyes off him.”
