Wildman Larry Fischer: Neurotic? Paranoid? Depressed?

THE FIRST time I met Larry Fischer was early one Sunday morning in the shadow of the Capitol Records Tower in Hollywood, at the fabled once-monthly 'swap meet', where record-collecting crazies of Los Angeles get up at 5 a.m. to wander round the parking lot and cream their jeans over Kinks B-sides and hard to find albums like Debbie Harry's Wind In The Willows epic and Rick Nielsen/Tom Petersson young and long haired in a pre-Cheap Trick band called The Fuse.