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Carlin makes his case well.
Rock criticism as urban myth
Morris takes the reader on a personal journey
If you loved The Replacements, no explanation is necessary
Guralnick has given his audience an invaluable history lesson and resource
My ultimate take away is in his songwriting, as in this book, Costello doesn’t have the self-discipline to harness his enormous talents into consistent greatness
Morris deftly chronicles the band’s recording career, more often than not letting the musicians (and producers) provide the historical perspective. He makes no grand pronouncements and indulges in no hyperbole. He is as equally generous in complimenting their successes as he is direct in addressing their failures
He ultimately found that his real love was traditional country music, performed for working class people, and went to rural West Virginia to form a band and live off the land (those were free spirited times). The band had a regular gig in Paw Paw
As a member of The Thrills, Johnny rubs elbows with a virtual who’s who of PR history. Amongst this is a quest to find a lost soul mate/love that uncovers some touching yet hard-edged insights and weaknesses in the American male and all us in general. The book bounces back and forth between a current Facebook poster/old friend and the rock and roll past.
Crawford’s book is not unlike the man himself, he seems unassuming but he takes you by surprise, he doesn’t shout in his writing, he lets his wide knowledge and wry humor work for him. He expects you to appreciate his writing and you? You’ll dip into it with Spotify on, and before you know it hours have passed
Christgau bludgeons the reader with endless dives into various intellectual rabbit holes (his “theory of pop,” Dostoyevsky, Theodore Drieser, etc.) and recalls then discredits every slight he has ever received. If you are purchasing this book for his writing on music, forget it.
Compare Quentin to John Fowles Simon Urfe. Indeed, compare “The Magus” to “The Magician” and Lew’s oh so 21st century weaknesses are abundantly clear. It lacks stickiness, it is so busy but it doesn’t drag you to Fillory for all its gifts.
It captures a certain time and place lost to us now and only reachable through “Geno”, “Burn It Down”, “Tell Me When My Light Turns Green”, more. Songs of Irish pride, heartbreak, love, pain, a sort of faith in the team, in the vision, in a musical future. Blythe and Laye take you back again.
Koch has done an excellent job summarizing the life and legacy of a truly underappreciated and original American voice. As for me, I’m ready for a Saturday night choo choo ch’ boogie reet petite fish fry. Take me right back to the track, Jack.
From its shipshape construction, to its astounding feat of historical research, through its through the rabbit hole searching out of the USA from 1985 – 1963, “11-22-63” makes us believe the unbelievable.