I don't know. Maybe I'm not all that interested in tell-all books. Maybe this just wasn't salacious enough for dirty ol' me. But these interviews withI don't know. Maybe I'm not all that interested in tell-all books. Maybe this just wasn't salacious enough for dirty ol' me. But these interviews with groupies young and old just sounded an awful lot like two car salesmen in their 40's reminiscing about the perfect golden football season they lived in high school.
"And then I scored the winning touchdown and the crowd roared and the team screamed our victory to the skies and then Jesus looked down from on high and gave me a big ol' thumbs-up and then my cheerleader ran up to me and we kissed forever. Wanna do Burger King for lunch?"
The older ladies tended to wax philosophic about their blowjob distribution. Okay, whatever. Maybe showing pink to the boys in Zeppelin really was a life-affirming spiritual and emotional experience. But the younger gals just appeared to be burned-out emotional wrecks whose childhoods were so horrific that their only escape was to imagine that Axl Rose or Kid Rock would someday pluck them from the audience and be their penis daddy.
I personally know some would-be musicians who would love these accounts, but because I don't wanna watch them wipe the drool off of their descriptions of the "best parts" of the book, I won't be recommending this book to them....more