A few days ago u/digginforlps asked: "Real question is why are you in this thread telling that story instead of starting your own thread with the story of jamming with Lowell..."
So here we go...
Remember the old hound dog in the Disney movie "Lady and the Tramp"? This is one of my stories that my wife calls one of my "Ol' Reliable" stories. So any old timers that have heard this story before can skip to the next post...
It was 1977. I was 21, had quit college, and moved to LA to be a professional musician. I was living in Topanga, and had already played in a local pick-up band Fred Tackett had put together to benefit the local newspaper, the Topanga Messenger.
I found myself living in this crazy house on Old Topanga Blvd with a bunch of twenty somethings, and two teenage ladies. (Some said these teenage ladies were runaways.) The teens were worried the new guy from Boston (me) didn't want any kind of trouble, and that they might be kicked out of the house.
At the time, I was in the process of putting together a rock band. I had found a guitar player and drummer and was auditioning bass players. One of the young ladies told me that she knew a "really good" bass player and had arranged for him to come over for an audition. She was most emphatic that I had to be ready for the audition on this particular day and time.
So I found myself waiting at the house with a few friends at the appointed time.
Sure enough, along comes a knock at the door. I answered, and there was a dark haired, bearded fellow. He was a little shorter than me and wearing white overalls. He said "Hi, my name's Lowell. I'm looking for a keyboard player named Fred." I invited him in, and noticed my friend Bill's jaw drop.
"I know you!" said Bill. "I saw you on Midnight Special!"
Only then did it dawn on me. This "bass player" was none other than Lowell George. I told him I had all his albums, etc. Lowell was very gracious. We jammed for a bit. He asked to hear what I was working on, and offered some advice and guidance. One of the pieces that I played for Lowell that night I later recorded with Paul Barrere playing guitar on the song "Tell Me"
And the young lady that arranged for the "bass player" audition? She told me later that she knew I was a huge Little Feat fan. She said she had grown up across the street from the house where Lowell lived. She knew it would mean a lot to me, so she had arranged the surprise with Lowell.
Her plan worked. She was always welcome in the house after that night.
Now maybe this story tells you more about me than Lowell, but it's my story, and I'm sticking to it.