"There is only one Daniel… He has a fragile perspective and sensitivity that he brings when he puts all the pieces together… And has the voice to evoke the sophistication of his feelings… He is a rare bird, to be treasured!" - Billy Corgan on Daniel Johns
Happy Birthday, Daniel!
The first song that John and I worked on, even before we convened in Flea’s garage, was a song called ’Californication.’ I’d written the lyrics when I was on that cleansing trip to Tailand, when the idea of John being back in the band was still inconceivable to me. While I was on a boat in the Andaman Sea, the melody had crept up on me, one of those simple melody structures that lends itself to flying words into. One of the things that struck me on my travels to exotic places, including the Sea Gypsy Village in Thailand and the bazaars of Indonesia, was the extent to which American culture had permeated all these places, even to the time of bootleg Red Hot Chili Peppers T-shirts. When I was in Auckland one time, I ran into a crazy lady on the street, and she was ranting about the fact that there were psychic spies in China. That phrase stuck in my mind, so when I was back home, I started writing and writing, and they became my favorite of all the lyrics that I’d collected over the last year. I showed ‘Californication’ to John, and he loved the lyrics and started writing some music. But for some reason, even though there was a perfect song in there, we couldn’t find it. We tried ten different arrangements and ten different choruses, and nothing ever worked. All these other songs were pouring out of us. We’d been working for a few weeks when someone started playing an ultra-sparse riff that sounded like nothing we’d ever done before. As soon as I heard it, I knew it was our new song. — Anthony Kiedis