GLOBAL FAME Moon Unit was thrust into the spotlight with her dad Frank, left, when a private father-daughter moment became a hit song.
MURDER IN MIND
“The reality is much more insane than you could ever imagine.” ▸ P.63
RECENTLY, WHILE STROLLING IN THE DEPTHS OF the San Fernando Valley, I saw a sidewalk stencil that said, “Not all cults are bad.” I had to laugh. In my memoir, I revisited the old territory of growing up the daughter of a rock icon who I always saw as one part Spock and one part Jesus. I didn’t just compete for his affection in my childhood home, I battled the fervent flock he ministered to, his fans, proselytizing to the feverish believers with his acerbic, satiric siren songs.
My family dynamic was not dissimilar to a cult. I willingly ate, slept, drank and lived for our larger-than-life leader. Only ours was the good kind because I couldn’t get enough of my father’s gallows humor and unending output of creativity.
Each album in my father’s vast catalog is a time capsule, each tune a memory generator transporting me to
