One of my favorite Hank Cochran memories:
When I was working on promoting his album, I visited his house several times. He had a songwriting lair in an attic over his garage. All the walls were covered with lyric ideas, words, etc. In his garage was an old brown Rolls that hadn’t been driven in years. I kept bugging Hank about fixing it up and tooling around Music Row in it. Weeks later there was a showcase event in town and I mentioned to Hank that it was a lot of club hopping. I got a call on a Friday evening before I headed out to meet Hank on the Row. When I got there he had the Rolls fixed up, with a driver and said, “It’s all yours for the night. He’ll take you wherever you want”. I picked up Rob Bleetstein in it. I couldn’t believe it! But that was classic Hank Cochran; full of surprises!
