A Roundhead in a Pointy-Head World: The Tragedy of Harry Nilsson

IT WAS A brisk fall day in 1978 when the stretch limo appeared like a sore thumb onto a tenement block of Brooklyn's downtrodden Bushwick neighborhood. Surveying the squalor from the safety of the vehicle were Harry Nilsson and Van Dyke Parks. They were looking for the house in which Nilsson spent the first part of his shattered youth.