By the time Jackson Browne released his first album in January 1972, he was already an old hand. He was twenty-three, and he had been writing songs professionally for more than five years. Other singers had recorded his work, a celebrated German chanteuse had sung three of his songs on her debut album, and he had given away the song that would become another band’s first hit. The debut album, when it finally arrived, did not introduce a new talent. It introduced a talent that the music business had already been using, quietly, for years.
That is the story this article follows: not the solo career that made Browne famous, with its reflective ballads and its later anthems, but the apprenticeship that came before it, roughly from 1966 to 1972, in which a teenager from Orange County, California, learned to write songs by writing them for other people. It is a story about what it means to be a songwriter before you are a star, and about the particular education that comes from handing your best work to someone else and watching them sing it in a voice that is not yours. Browne’s later reputation rests on the intimacy of his own recordings, on songs that sound as if they could only have been sung by him. The apprentice years explain why that intimacy was earned rather than assumed: he had already learned, by writing for Nico, for Tom Rush, for the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band and for others, how a song behaves when it leaves its writer’s hands.
A caution belongs at the start, because the apprentice years are remembered in interviews given decades later, and the details do not always line up. Accounts differ on how long Browne stayed in his first band, on the exact sequence of his moves between California and New York, and on the small mechanics of the song handover that is the most famous episode of this period. Where accounts differ, this article says so, or keeps its language general, rather than choosing the tidiest version. One point of wording needs stating plainly: the plan for this article carried the working title “Seventeen and Already Writing for Nico,” but the song at the centre of the Nico story was written, by Browne’s own later account, when he was about sixteen, and he was eighteen by the time the Nico album was recorded. The title used here therefore calls him a teenage songwriter, which the record supports, rather than fixing an age it does not.
Orange County: hoots, friends, and a first song
Clyde Jackson Browne was born on 9 October 1948 in Heidelberg, Germany, where his father, Clyde Jack Browne, an American serviceman, was working for the Stars and Stripes newspaper. The family returned to California when Browne was three, settling at his grandfather’s house, Abbey San Encino, in the Highland Park district of Los Angeles, and Browne grew up in the Los Angeles and Orange County area. He attended Sunny Hills High School in Fullerton, California, graduating in 1966. The details of his childhood home matter less than the musical community he found as a teenager, because that community, not any formal training, was his first school.
In the mid-1960s, Orange County had a folk scene of its own, centred on small clubs and on the open-mic evenings known as hoots, where young singers took turns singing folk songs for each other. Browne began singing at hoots in Orange County in 1966, at venues remembered in later interviews as the Paradox in the city of Orange, a small room of about two hundred seats, and at the better-known Los Angeles clubs the Ash Grove and the Troubadour. His companions in those years included school friends Greg Copeland and Steve Noonan, both of whom would matter to his early writing: Copeland as a co-writer, Noonan as a fellow singer who would record Browne’s songs. The scene also included Tim Buckley, another Orange County singer a little older than Browne, whose career Browne watched closely, and a rotating cast of folk, blues and country musicians passing through Southern California. It was, by the accounts of those who were there, a serious scene rather than a hobbyist one: young musicians listened hard, borrowed songs and styles from each other, and judged each other’s new writing in public, night after night, in rooms small enough that a weak line could not hide.
Browne’s first songs came out of that world. He wrote his first song while still at high school, and by his own later account he was writing regularly through his teenage years, teaching himself the craft by imitation and by experiment. The most important of those early songs, and the one that anchors this article, was a reflective ballad about loss and regret that he later said he wrote when he was about sixteen, in 1964 or 1965, working at his parents’ kitchen table in Fullerton on an old guitar. Introducing the song on his 2005 live album Solo Acoustic, Vol. 1, he described it as written when he was about sixteen, although not precisely in the form it later took. That qualification matters, and this article keeps it: the song was not finished in a single sitting at sixteen and then left untouched. It was begun at sixteen, worked on over the following year or two, and only reached its recorded form later, after other hands had touched it. The wonder of the song is not that a sixteen-year-old produced a finished masterpiece. It is that a sixteen-year-old produced the core of a song durable enough to survive years of revision, other singers’ interpretations, and, eventually, his own re-recording of it.
The song’s early title, in its demo form, was “I’ve Been Out Walking,” and that title gives a sense of its original character: a wandering, observational piece, less polished and less concentrated than the version listeners know today. It would be renamed, reworked, and, in time, given to a singer whose voice could not have been more different from its writer’s. Before that happened, though, Browne had to become, in the music business’s sense, a professional songwriter, and that step came, unusually, before he had any record of his own.
A brief band, and a publishing deal before adulthood
After graduating from high school in 1966, Browne joined the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band, a young group then playing a mixture of jug-band music and folk-rock, for a brief spell. Accounts differ on the length of that spell — one later interview puts it at two months, another at a couple of months, a third at several months into the summer — and this article does not settle the difference, because the sources checked do not allow it. What the accounts agree on is the shape: Browne played with the band at the Golden Bear in Huntington Beach, California, where they opened for the Lovin’ Spoonful, and at the Ice House in Pasadena, and then left. He also spent a short time in his friend Pamela Polland’s band, Gentle Soul. Neither engagement made him famous, and neither was meant to. They were the ordinary first jobs of a young musician in Los Angeles: playing in other people’s bands, learning how a group works on stage, and writing songs between gigs.
The decisive step came in the autumn of 1966, when Browne signed as a staff songwriter with Nina Music, the publishing arm of Elektra Records. One standard biography dates the signing to September 1966, when Browne was still seventeen; another notes that he became a staff writer before his eighteenth birthday. Either way, the fact is striking: before he was legally an adult, Browne was employed to write songs, on the understanding that the publishing company would place them with recording artists. Elektra, at that time, was one of the most important folk labels in America, home to a roster of singer-songwriters, and its publishing arm existed precisely to find new material for its artists and for others. A staff-writing deal gave Browne something a young performer rarely gets: a reason to write every day, a professional audience for his drafts, and a direct line to singers who needed songs.
The demo session that best illustrates that system took place on 7 January 1967, when Browne recorded demos for Nina Music at Jaycino Studio in New York City. Among the songs on that tape was the early version of the ballad begun at sixteen, still under its walking title. A demo, in the publishing world of the 1960s, was not a record for sale. It was a calling card: a simple recording, voice and guitar, made so that a publisher could play a song for an artist, a producer, or an A-and-R man and ask, in effect, whether this song might suit that singer. Browne’s demos circulated in that world, and they reached, among others, the circle around Andy Warhol in New York, where a German singer recently departed from the Velvet Underground was looking for material for a solo album. That connection, made through the ordinary machinery of a publishing demo rather than through any grand plan, is what carried Browne’s teenage song onto a record before he had made one himself.
New York: the Dom, Tim Buckley, and Nico
In 1967 Browne moved to New York and became part of the folk scene around Greenwich Village. The centre of that scene, for him, was the Dom, a club on St. Mark’s Place where the Velvet Underground had played upstairs and where, downstairs, Nico sang in the bar. Nico — born Christa Päffgen in Germany, a model and actress before she became a singer, and briefly the Velvet Underground’s chanteuse — was, after leaving that band, looking for a solo career, and she needed songs and an accompanist. Browne, who had come to New York drawn in part by his hero Tim Buckley, who was playing at the Dom, ended up accompanying Nico on guitar there for several months, a job that several other guitarists, including Lou Reed, John Cale, Tim Hardin and Rambling Jack Elliott, had held for much shorter spells. Browne stayed longer than most, and the working relationship became a personal one: by the standard biographical accounts, Browne and Nico were romantically linked in 1967, and he lived for a time in her apartment on West 81st Street.
It is easy, in retrospect, to treat the Nico period as a colourful detour, a young Californian caught up in Warhol’s New York. That reading misses what Browne learned there, because accompanying Nico was a demanding musical education. Nico’s voice was low, flat, and affectless by conventional pop standards, and her delivery was slow and deliberate, with little of the warmth or rhythmic flexibility of a folk singer. A guitarist accompanying her could not drive the song forward or fill its spaces with ornament. He had to hold it steady, leave room, and let the voice and the words carry the weight. Browne, who had learned to sing his own songs in the more expressive folk-club style, had to learn a different discipline: how to serve a singer whose strength was not expressiveness but presence. He also had to learn, as a songwriter, what happened when a song written in one voice was sung in another. His ballad about loss, written by a California teenager, sounded, in Nico’s delivery, like something older, colder, and more detached — and the transformation taught him that a song is not finished when its writer finishes it. It is finished, if at all, when a singer finds a way to inhabit it.
Browne also played in Tim Buckley’s band during this New York period, another apprenticeship of a different kind. Buckley, whose own singing was adventurous and improvisatory, demanded a different kind of accompaniment from Nico’s stillness, and moving between the two — from Buckley’s restlessness to Nico’s restraint — gave Browne a practical education in how flexible a backing musician must be. The standard accounts place him backing both singers in Greenwich Village in 1967 and 1968, and they agree that the period ended in 1968, when, following the end of his relationship with Nico, Browne returned to Los Angeles. The return was not a retreat. It was the end of a two-year education in New York, after which Browne came home with a catalogue of songs that other singers had already validated by recording them, and with a clearer sense of what kind of singer he himself wanted to be.
Chelsea Girl: three songs, and a guitar played electric
Nico’s solo debut album, Chelsea Girl, was recorded in the spring of 1967 and released in October 1967 on Verve. It was produced by Tom Wilson, the producer who had worked on the Velvet Underground’s first album, with string and flute arrangements by Larry Fallon added to most of its ten tracks. The album’s songs were all written by other writers, including Bob Dylan, Lou Reed and John Cale, and it shared its title with a Warhol film in which Nico had appeared. Browne’s contribution was larger than any other single writer’s except the Velvet Underground members themselves: he wrote three of the album’s ten songs, and he played guitar on most of the record.
The three Browne songs were “The Fairest of the Seasons,” co-written with his school friend Gregory Copeland, which opened the album; the ballad begun at sixteen, now titled “These Days”; and “Somewhere There’s a Feather.” The album opened, by one detailed retrospective account, with fifteen seconds of solo guitar by Browne before Nico’s voice and the strings entered, a quiet, confident gesture that set the record’s mood. Browne’s guitar, in that account, is felt rather than heard for much of the album, present underneath Nico’s voice with a matter-of-fact warmth that contrasts with her detachment. That description captures something important about the record: Browne was not a star guest, brought in to decorate a track. He was the album’s working guitarist, the musician who had accompanied Nico night after night at the Dom and who carried that working relationship into the studio, where, by the same account, he and Nico performed together live, one voice and one guitar, before the arrangements were added.
One detail of those sessions has become part of the song’s legend, and it should be told as Browne’s recollection rather than as a studio fact. Browne later said that he had played the song on acoustic guitar in his own performances, but that Andy Warhol, who was in effect managing Nico at the time, thought she should sound more modern, and so Browne played electric guitar on the recording instead. The result — fingerpicked electric guitar under Nico’s voice, with a string quartet added — gave the track a sound that was neither folk nor pop, and that strangeness is part of why it has lasted. Warhol’s instinct, if the anecdote is accurate, was commercial in the narrow sense — a more modern sound for a singer associated with the avant-garde — but its effect was artistic: it separated the song from its folk-club origins and made it sound, in Nico’s version, like a piece of chamber pop from a world slightly out of time.
Chelsea Girl did not make Browne famous — the album was not a commercial success in the ordinary sense, and Nico’s version of the ballad did not reach the pop charts. What it did was more valuable for a songwriter: it put his name on a record by a singer associated with one of the most talked-about bands of the decade, and it showed the publishing world that his songs could survive translation into a very different voice. Browne, at eighteen, had three songs and a guitar credit on a Warhol-associated album. That was a calling card no demo tape could match.
The portfolio years: writing for other voices
Between his return to Los Angeles in 1968 and his own debut album in 1972, Browne’s songs continued to reach the public through other singers, and that four-year stretch is the heart of the apprenticeship. The list of artists who recorded his songs before his debut is long, and it is worth giving it in full, because its breadth shows what kind of writer he had become. The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band recorded his songs. Tom Rush, the Boston folk singer who was one of the first major artists to showcase Browne’s work, recorded “Shadow Dream Song” and later “These Days.” Steve Noonan, his Orange County friend, recorded Browne’s songs. Joan Baez, Linda Ronstadt, and the Byrds all recorded Browne material before his debut, by the standard discographical accounts. Gregg Allman would record “These Days” in 1973, in the same year Browne finally recorded it himself, in an arrangement Browne openly acknowledged as an influence on his own version.
That list deserves a moment’s reflection, because it is not the list of a specialist. A writer whose songs suit both Joan Baez and the Byrds, both Tom Rush and Linda Ronstadt, is a writer whose songs are not tied to a single style or a single voice. They are, in the best sense, portable: built on clear melodies and on words that leave room for a singer to find their own meaning in them. Browne learned portability the hard way, by watching his songs change in other singers’ hands. A song written for his own voice, in his own folk-club style, had to be rewritten, in effect, every time another singer took it, and Browne, as a staff writer and as an accompanist, was present for enough of those rewritings to learn what in a song survives translation and what does not. A melody survives. A clear image survives. A line that depends on the writer’s own delivery, on a particular inflection or a private joke, does not. The discipline of writing for others, repeated over four years, taught Browne to write songs that could stand without him, and that discipline is audible in his later solo work, where the songs sound personal but are built, structurally, to be sung by anyone.
There is a second lesson in the portfolio years, about patience, and it is less comfortable. Browne tried, during this period, to make a record of his own, and the attempts did not immediately succeed. After returning to Los Angeles in 1968, he formed a folk band with Ned Doheny and Jack Wilce, an experiment that, by the standard accounts, did not lead to a recording career. He continued to write, to demo, and to place songs with others, while his own recording debut remained out of reach. For a writer who had been professionally employed since seventeen, that delay could easily have become a grievance. Browne’s response, as far as the record shows, was to keep writing, and to keep placing songs, until the right opportunity arrived. The opportunity, when it came, arrived through a demo, as publishing opportunities usually do: in early 1970, Browne sent a demo of a song called “Jamaica Say You Will” to David Geffen, then a young manager looking for a record deal for him. Geffen, unable to place Browne with an existing label on satisfactory terms, founded his own label, Asylum Records, and signed Browne as one of its first artists. The apprenticeship, in other words, ended the way it had begun: with a demo, passed from a songwriter to a man who believed in the song enough to build a company around it.
The neighbour downstairs, and a song Browne could not finish
The most famous episode of the apprentice years, and the one that most directly connects Browne’s story to another band’s history, concerns a song Browne began in 1971 while recording his debut album. During a break in those sessions, Browne took a road trip in an old, battered Jeep through Utah and Arizona, and on that trip, by his account in a 2010 interview, he began to write a breezy travelling song. Back in Los Angeles, he kept working on it, intending it for his own debut album, but he could not finish it to his satisfaction. He was stuck, by both men’s later accounts, on the second verse, with the song’s opening section complete but its middle unresolved.
The neighbour who finished it was Glenn Frey, a young singer and guitarist who lived in the same Echo Park apartment building as Browne, in a flat above or below Browne’s basement workspace — the accounts differ on the floor, but agree on the building and on the fact that Frey could hear Browne working through the floorboards. Frey, by his own later account in album liner notes and interviews, had never really witnessed that kind of daily songwriting discipline before: Browne wrote every day, working fastidiously on his songs, and Frey, listening from the next flat, learned from the sound of that work that songwriting was not only inspiration but practice. When Browne played Frey the unfinished song, Frey liked it, asked about it, and offered, more than once, to finish it himself. Browne, by his own account in a later radio interview, declined those offers a couple of times before finally agreeing, reasoning that the song’s unfinished state had become absurd and that Frey should go ahead and finish it.
What Frey contributed, by the agreed core of both men’s accounts, was the completion of the second verse: he supplied its closing lines, giving the verse its payoff, and Browne, delighted, insisted that they share the writing credit. The accounts differ on the small mechanics — whether Frey remembered the song and asked about it, or happened to visit while Browne was working on it, and on how many times Browne declined before accepting — and this article does not settle those differences, because the interviews checked do not settle them. The agreed core is enough: Browne started the song, Frey finished the verse that had stalled it, and the two men shared the credit. The song was “Take It Easy,” and it became the Eagles’ debut single, released on 1 May 1972, and the opening track of the Eagles’ debut album. Browne’s own debut album appeared in the same year, without “Take It Easy” on it, because the song, by then, belonged to the Eagles.
It is important to keep this episode in proportion, and to keep it distinct from the Eagles’ own later story. “Take It Easy” is not the subject of this article; it is its endpoint, the moment at which the apprentice’s habit of writing for others reached its most spectacular result. The Eagles’ version of the song, and the band’s later history, including the night in Long Beach in 1980 when the first Eagles effectively ended, belong to a different story, and this article does not retell them. What matters here is what the handover shows about Browne as a writer in 1971 and 1972: that he was generous enough, and secure enough, to let another writer finish his song and share its credit, and that he understood, from years of writing for others, that a song’s value does not depend on who sings it first. A younger or more possessive writer might have shelved an unfinished song rather than share it. Browne, who had spent five years watching his songs succeed in other voices, gave his unfinished song to a neighbour, and the neighbour’s band made it famous. The generosity was not naivety. It was the apprentice’s final lesson, applied at the moment it mattered most.
The debut that arrived late, and a song reclaimed
Browne’s self-titled debut album, released in January 1972 on Asylum, was produced by Richard Sanford Orshoff and recorded at Crystal Sound Studios in Hollywood in 1971. It contained ten songs, all written by Browne, and it established him, by the end of that year, as a quintessential Los Angeles singer-songwriter. Its best-known track, “Doctor My Eyes,” a deceptively upbeat song about lost innocence, reached the American top ten, with backing vocals, by the standard accounts, from David Crosby and Graham Nash. The album itself reached the middle of the Billboard album chart. Those figures are modest by the standards of Browne’s later career, but they miss the point of the debut, which was not commercial dominance. It was arrival: after six years of writing for others, Browne finally had a record under his own name, with his own voice singing his own songs, and the record’s restraint — its plain presentation, its unadorned arrangements — showed the apprentice’s discipline. He did not need to prove himself with ornament, because his songs had already been proved by others.
The following year brought the apprentice story full circle. On his second album, For Everyman, released in 1973, Browne finally recorded “These Days” himself, almost a decade after he had begun it as a teenager and six years after Nico had recorded it. His version, by the standard accounts, was based on the arrangement Gregg Allman had made for his own 1973 recording of the song on the album Laid Back, an arrangement Browne openly acknowledged. That acknowledgement is worth pausing on, because it completes the circle in a way that few songwriters’ careers do: a song written by a teenager, recorded by a German chanteuse, covered by a Southern rock singer, and then re-recorded by its writer in a form shaped by that cover. The song had travelled through four voices before it returned to its writer’s, and each voice had left something in it. Browne’s own version is slower and more soulful than Nico’s, more reflective than Allman’s, and it sounds, to a listener who knows the history, like a man revisiting a song he wrote before he understood what it meant, and finding, in its words, a meaning he had grown into.
The later life of “These Days” adds a final, almost accidental coda. Nico’s 1967 recording was included in the soundtrack of Wes Anderson’s 2001 film The Royal Tenenbaums, where it underscored a scene of return and recognition, and the inclusion brought the song, and Nico’s version of it, to a new generation of listeners who had never heard of Chelsea Girl. Browne, by his own later account, had forgotten that he had licensed the song for the film, and was surprised to hear his own guitar playing under Nico’s voice in a cinema. The anecdote is a fitting end to the apprentice story, because it captures what the whole period had taught him: that a song, once written, has a life its writer cannot control, and that the writer’s job is not to control it but to write it well enough that it can survive, in other voices, for decades, and still sound, when it returns, like his own.
What the apprenticeship taught
It is tempting to treat Browne’s apprentice years as a prelude, a colourful backstory to be skimmed before the real career begins with “Doctor My Eyes” and the albums that followed. That reading sells the years short, and it sells Browne short, because it makes him sound like a singer who happened to be talented young. He was talented young, but talent, in the music business, is common, and what Browne acquired between 1966 and 1972 was rarer than talent: a professional’s understanding of how songs work when they leave their writer.
The apprenticeship taught him, first, discipline. A staff writer writes every day, whether inspired or not, and Frey, listening through the floorboards, noticed exactly that: Browne’s daily, fastidious work, song after song, in a basement room, while other young musicians waited for inspiration. That discipline, learned under a publishing contract, became the foundation of Browne’s solo career, in which albums arrived steadily, songs were revised until they were right, and no record was rushed to meet a fashion. Second, it taught him portability, the ability to write a song that could survive in another singer’s voice, learned by watching Nico, Rush, the Dirt Band and others reshape his work. Third, and most quietly, it taught him generosity, the willingness to share credit and to let a song go, learned most dramatically in the “Take It Easy” handover, where a song he could not finish became another band’s beginning.
There is a final lesson, about time. Browne’s career did not follow the usual pop trajectory, in which a young singer is discovered, recorded, and promoted in quick succession. It followed the slower trajectory of a craft learned in public, in small rooms, in other people’s bands, and on other people’s records, over six years, before the writer’s own name appeared on an album cover. That slowness is why his later songs sound as they do: not like the work of a young man in a hurry, but like the work of a man who already knew how much weight each song could bear.
If there is a single image to carry away from this story, it is not a stage, and not a chart. It is a small room, in Orange County or in Greenwich Village, with a young man at a guitar, working on a song he will not record himself for years, while, in another room, or another city, another singer learns it, sings it, and makes it, for a time, their own. The young man in that room is not yet famous, and he does not know that the song he is working on will outlive the decade, the band, and the relationship that first carried it onto a record. He only knows that the song needs another line, and that the line has not come yet, and that he will keep working until it does. That patience, learned at sixteen and practised for six years, is the real subject of this article, and it is why Jackson Browne, when he finally became a recording artist, sounded like a man who had already been writing for a lifetime.
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Image credits: Urban street scene — photo by Lesli Whitecotton, Pexels free licence (thematic image only, not a photograph of Los Angeles in the 1960s or of Jackson Browne). Microphone on a dark stage — photo by Michael DO, Pexels free licence (thematic image only). Close-up of microphones in a studio — photo by Clement Lepetit, Pexels free licence (thematic image only). Illuminated control panel — photo by Daniel Ponomarev, Pexels free licence (thematic image only). River at dusk — photo by Ehsan Haque, Pexels free licence (thematic image only). All images are thematic illustrations; none is a photograph of Jackson Browne.