Joseph Strick
September, 1968
Two years ago, songwriter Jim Webb, then barely 20, was just another struggling kid trying to make it in Los Angeles. A $50-a-week button pusher at a tiny Los Angeles recording studio, Oklahoma-born Webb had dropped out of California's San Bernardino Valley College and was living in a cheap apartment where he slept curled up in a blanket on the floor. Then, in quick succession, he turned the end of an affair with a longtime girlfriend into the bittersweet ballad By the Time I Get to Phoenix and-...
