Renee Fladen-Kamm

The muse behind not one, but three of the songs on The Left Banke album written about in a post below. She became a vocal teacher and singer in the Bay Area:

'Violinist Harry Lookofsky owned a small storefront recording studio in New York City that he called World United Studios. In 1965, he gave a set of keys to his 16-year-old son, Mike Brown [real name: Mike Lookofsky], who helped out by cleaning up and occasionally sitting in as a session pianist. Mike began bringing in his teenage friends who tinkered with drums, guitars, amplifiers, the Steinway piano, and anything else they might find. Except for Mike, who had a background in classical piano, none of them were top musicians. But they could sing, especially one guy named Steve Martin.

By 1966 they started to call themselves the Left Banke. In addition to Mike and Steve, they included Rick Brand on lead guitar, Tom Finn on bass, and drummer George Cameron. Finn brought his girlfriend to the studio one day when the group had assembled for a practice session. She was a 5' 6" teenager with platinum blond hair. Mike Brown was infatuated with her the instant he saw her. Her name was Renee Fladen.

The group had begun recording songs, and Harry was particularly impressed with Steve Martin's voice. Mike wrote a song about Renee. Although there was never anything between the two, Mike was fascinated by her and pictured himself standing at the corner of Hampton and Falmouth Avenues in Brooklyn with Renee, beneath the "One Way" sign. In his fantasy, he was telling her to walk away.
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As for Renee, she moved to Boston with her family shortly after the Left Banke recorded Walk Away Renee, and no one in the group ever saw her again.'

'And when I see the sign that points one way

The lot we used to pass by every day

Just walk away, Renée

You won't see me follow you back home

The empty sidewalks on my block are not the same

You're not to blame

From deep inside the tears

I'm forced to cry

From deep inside the pain

That I chose to hide

Just walk away, Renée

You won't see me follow you back home

Now as the rain burns down upon my weary eyes

For me it cries

Just walk away, Renée

You won't see me follow you back home

Now as the rain burns down upon my weary eyes

For me it cries

Your name and mine inside

A heart on a wall

Still finds a way to haunt me

Though they're so small

Just walk away, Renée

You won't see me follow you back home

The empty sidewalks on my block are not the same

You're not to blame.'