Songwriter Paul Politi recalls life on the road with the walrus of love
Barry White’s garden was unbelievable. He’d landscaped it himself to be a tropical garden of Eden, with a pool and even a waterfall. One day in the late 70s I was lounging outside with Barry and the songwriter Frank Wilson, trying to work on some tracks for Barry’s next album.
At that time I practically lived in the house. It was a huge complex in Sherman Oaks, Los Angeles, which Barry shared with his wife Glodean. I had my own office there and did marketing and odd jobs, as well as writing songs with Barry.
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