ugh, john phillips.

For a while now, I’ve really enjoyed John Philips’ album “The Wolf King Of L.A.” – I’d even taken to using the opening track, “April Ann,” to wrap up singer songwriter-y mixes. But what the hell am I supposed to do with the allegations (none of which I’m inclined to disbelieve) that he raped his own daughter and forced her into a decade-long sexual relationship, even impregnating her? Ugh. Gifted artists that are flawed humans are fine with me, but I tend to draw the line at truly evil.