When movie stars and other luminaries collapse under the weight of their collective compulsions and hubris, they usually head for Tucson, Arizona’s “Canyon Ranch,” which sounds more like spa than rehab. But there’s this part of Arizona an hour away from Phoenix called Wickenbug. It’s like Minnesota…it’s rehab central. This one company has about five of them, including a rehab program for codependency! I know this because I went to one of their facilities for eating disorders, a place called “Rosewood Ranch.” But this is not about me. It’s about Harvey. He went to a sex addiction place called “Gentle Path” that’s got such a tight, punitive 12-step curriculum, it’s gained the name “Brutal Path.” Apparently, one of the daily groups is about how certain behaviors injured others. Ouch! Anyway, Harvey bailed or got kicked out and he’s now in the symbolic location of self re-invention, Scottsdale, which is outside, but part and parcel of Phoenix, Arizona.
I loved Phoenix. I lived there from 1991-1999 and worked at their first FM alternative station, “The Edge,” and later, with Jonathan L at “The Q.” We played stuff nobody else would touch, like Diamanda Galas, James Murdoch’s label’s Plastiq and all sorts of punk and indie rock. We were so free back then. If there’s anywhere Harvey can self resurrect, it’s Scottsdale, although I read that he’s not been treated too kindly of late by his new neighbors, who regard him with expressions of scorn. I wonder if this is true. #metoo