it was really an illegal place, just a cubbyhole and that's where jackson lived with jd and i above. >> that was it. there was a stereo, a piano, a bed, a guitar, you know, a teapot. >> we slept late in those days except around 9:00 in the morning i'd hear jackson browne's teapot going off, this whistle in the distance. then i'd hear him playing piano. i didn't really know how to write songs. i knew i wanted to write songs, but i didn't know exactly -- you just wait around for inspiration, you know, what was the deal? well, i learned through the jackson's ceiling and my floor exactly how to write songs. because jackson would get up and he'd play the first verse and first chorus and play it 20 times until he had it just the way he wanted. and then there would be silence. and then i'd hear the teapot go off again.