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Every Night's A Saturday Night: The Rock 'n' Roll Life of Legendary Sax Man Bobby Keys
Born in Slaton, Texas, Bobby Keys has lived the kind of life that qualifies as a rock 'n' roll folktale. In his early teens, Keys bribed his way into Buddy Holly’s garage band rehearsals. He took up the saxophone because it was the only instrument left unclaimed in the school band, and he convinced his grandfather to sign his guardianship over to Crickets drummer J.I. Allison so that he could go on tour as a teenager.
Keys spent years on the road during the early days of rock ‘n’ roll with hitmakers like Bobby Vee and the various acts on Dick Clark’s Caravan of Stars Tour, followed by decades as top touring and session sax man for the likes of Mad Dogs and Englishmen, George Harrison, John Lennon, and onto his gig with The Rolling Stone from 1970 onward. Every Night's a Saturday Night finds Keys setting down the many tales of an over-the-top rock ‘n’ roll life in his own inimitable voice.
Augmented by exclusive contributions with famous friends like Keith Richards, Joe Crocker, and Jim Keltner, Every Night's a Saturday Night paints a unique picture of the coming-of-age of rock 'n' roll.
Keys spent years on the road during the early days of rock ‘n’ roll with hitmakers like Bobby Vee and the various acts on Dick Clark’s Caravan of Stars Tour, followed by decades as top touring and session sax man for the likes of Mad Dogs and Englishmen, George Harrison, John Lennon, and onto his gig with The Rolling Stone from 1970 onward. Every Night's a Saturday Night finds Keys setting down the many tales of an over-the-top rock ‘n’ roll life in his own inimitable voice.
Augmented by exclusive contributions with famous friends like Keith Richards, Joe Crocker, and Jim Keltner, Every Night's a Saturday Night paints a unique picture of the coming-of-age of rock 'n' roll.
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First published February 1, 2012
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August 28, 2012
Bobby Keys, session sax player who has appeared on many Beatle solo projects. He played the famous sax opening of Whatever Gets You Thru The Night, and having heard a very early version of that song, I would give him a world of credit for making the song work. He also worked with the Crickets, Clapton, Joe Cocker, George and Ringo, and most famously, the Stones. This book was obviously recorded and transcribed because there's a lot of "then, it was like- I don't know- there was a lotta shit going' down" kind of writing. Still, the stories of his beginnings and being on the road were cool to read. There could have been a little fact-checking, though. For instance, he lived for a while on the Ascot estate of John and Yoko, called Tittenhurst Park, which he writes was called Titness Park. Rather a big mistake that even a casual fan would probably catch. But I digress...here is a guy from the sidelines of many a great musician and he tells interesting stories of being on the road and in the studio with them. You have to put the "writing style" to one side.
August 26, 2013
Bobby Keys is the great sax player who played on countless iconic rock records during the Classic Rock era: Brown Sugar, Whatever Gets You Through The Night, What Is Life, After Midnight and many more. Unfortunately, this tell-all is more of a not-tell much of anything.
Keys tells stories in a painful Joe Sixpack style that sounds a lot like a plumber who got lucky touring with The Rolling Stones and playing on various Beatles' solo projects. He doesn't offer much insight into his friendships with Harry Nilsson, Keith Moon and Mick Jagger, and even comes off sounding like a bit of a sycophant in places.
I did like the parts about Yoko Ono being a total bitch, (gone into better detail in the Nicky Hopkins biography, a far superior book), and learning that actress Jeanne Tripplehorn's dad played guitar in Gary Lewis & The Playboys. Now that's news I can use!
Keys tells stories in a painful Joe Sixpack style that sounds a lot like a plumber who got lucky touring with The Rolling Stones and playing on various Beatles' solo projects. He doesn't offer much insight into his friendships with Harry Nilsson, Keith Moon and Mick Jagger, and even comes off sounding like a bit of a sycophant in places.
I did like the parts about Yoko Ono being a total bitch, (gone into better detail in the Nicky Hopkins biography, a far superior book), and learning that actress Jeanne Tripplehorn's dad played guitar in Gary Lewis & The Playboys. Now that's news I can use!
March 4, 2014
I was really into this book from the beginning. Bobby Keys has played sax with every great artist on the planet, including many of my favorites, like Delaney & Bonnie, George Harrison and Eric Clapton. And the story is a fun read, but my only beef is that a quarter into the book, when he meets The Rolling Stones and begins to truly live the life of a road dog, the book descends into one long, drawn out tale of drug and alcohol excess. Actual tales about the MUSIC and musicians is pushed to the back for what appears to be a celebration of the mounds of coke and spoons full of heroin and large quantities of booze that he shared with Keith Richards. I would have liked to read more about the "musical" adventures he enjoyed and less bout staying ripped. Still, I am quite glad i read it. Another piece of rock and roll history.
December 2, 2018
An entertaining memoir of a musician's life. This has been hanging around waiting to be read for 2 years, and for some reason I finally picked it up. Bobby Keys grew up in the Texas panhandle, in a small town called Slaton, which is just outside of Lubbock. I knew Buddy Holly and Joe Ely had grown up there, but I had no idea so many other musicians hailed from that part of the state.
This book is written as if Keys had sat down with a tape recorder and the co-author transcribed the tapes. There are may "lottas" and "gonnas", but it sounds like I would expect a man from the Texas Panhandle who never finished high school would sound. I was fascinated by the story of his figuring out how to play the saxophone without taking any lessons or knowing how to read music, and how he managed to start playing with local musicians.
There were, of course, many stories about drinking, drugging & rock & roll, but eventually Keys got his act together and managed to cut back on the wildness and concentrate on his music. I had no idea he had played with Nilson, Dulaney & Bonnie, or George Harrison. For me, this memoir was a trip down a musical memory lane that I enjoyed.
It's a quick read that Rolling Stones fans and folks who remember the music of the '70s and '80s will enjoy.
This book is written as if Keys had sat down with a tape recorder and the co-author transcribed the tapes. There are may "lottas" and "gonnas", but it sounds like I would expect a man from the Texas Panhandle who never finished high school would sound. I was fascinated by the story of his figuring out how to play the saxophone without taking any lessons or knowing how to read music, and how he managed to start playing with local musicians.
There were, of course, many stories about drinking, drugging & rock & roll, but eventually Keys got his act together and managed to cut back on the wildness and concentrate on his music. I had no idea he had played with Nilson, Dulaney & Bonnie, or George Harrison. For me, this memoir was a trip down a musical memory lane that I enjoyed.
It's a quick read that Rolling Stones fans and folks who remember the music of the '70s and '80s will enjoy.
August 18, 2012
I liked the book. Fun, quick read. If you are a Rolling Stones or classic rock and roll fan then you will enjoy this book. Bobby has lived ten lives rolled into one. Bobby has played sax on some of the greatest songs ever recorded and many of his solos are classics. Thanks to Bobby Keys for taking this reader on a journey of his wild and woolly life.
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August 15, 2012Not bad. He has played with a lot of the greats and tells a few stories. But this feels like a sanitized version. Keys is a LEGENDARY wild man. I expected more hair-raising tales from the road.
December 6, 2017
Don't expect any deep insights, but this is still a very enjoyable read, the story of a rock and roll life peopled by everybody who was anybody in the heyday of rock n roll, the British Invasion, and beyond. Awesome stories, like first meeting Keith Moon as he was chasing his chauffeur with a hovercraft. Phil Spector is a prick - who knew? Hook a drive into Keith Richards' breakfast as he eats by the fairway, and he will shoot your golf ball - who knew? There are some substance-hazed lapses in memory, like his estimation of how long he lived with George Harrison: "...a month or so. Several weeks anyway, probably a month. More than a week, less than a year." It's okay, though, because the entire book reads like it was dictated and transcribed, so you get Bobby Keys himself, like you're sitting around drinking beers and shooting the shit, an utterly conversational voice that brings everything to life.
Keys pulls off being self-effacing, acknowledging that his success was due in large part to being in the right place at the right time over and over again, while at the same time being able to blow his own horn - heh - for his accomplishments. And you only have to listen to the Rolling Stones' "Brown Sugar" or "Can't You Hear Me Knocking" or John Lennon's "Whatever Gets You Through the Night" to know the man had a gift. A ten-year-old kid happened to hear Buddy Holly playing on the back of a cotton truck in Lubbock, Texas, and the saxophone was the only instrument left at school when he wanted to learn to play something, anything, just to be a part of that music, and -- something wonderful happened.
I felt a bit let down at the lack of deep feeling beyond that which Bobby clearly had for the music. He refers more than once to "my wife at the time" or "my kid" but goes no further into those personal relationships, and talks about being a heroin-infused mess but offers no real insight. Just, he was a junkie for a while, and now he's not. I suppose I can understand the desire for privacy but it did leave me wanting more. Still, fair enough. This book is about the music, and making the music, and high times that were had while making the music. It's a rollicking tale of a rollicking life that's got one hell of a soundtrack, from his earliest solos on Dion and Elvis recordings through his career with the Stones and beyond.
Keys pulls off being self-effacing, acknowledging that his success was due in large part to being in the right place at the right time over and over again, while at the same time being able to blow his own horn - heh - for his accomplishments. And you only have to listen to the Rolling Stones' "Brown Sugar" or "Can't You Hear Me Knocking" or John Lennon's "Whatever Gets You Through the Night" to know the man had a gift. A ten-year-old kid happened to hear Buddy Holly playing on the back of a cotton truck in Lubbock, Texas, and the saxophone was the only instrument left at school when he wanted to learn to play something, anything, just to be a part of that music, and -- something wonderful happened.
I felt a bit let down at the lack of deep feeling beyond that which Bobby clearly had for the music. He refers more than once to "my wife at the time" or "my kid" but goes no further into those personal relationships, and talks about being a heroin-infused mess but offers no real insight. Just, he was a junkie for a while, and now he's not. I suppose I can understand the desire for privacy but it did leave me wanting more. Still, fair enough. This book is about the music, and making the music, and high times that were had while making the music. It's a rollicking tale of a rollicking life that's got one hell of a soundtrack, from his earliest solos on Dion and Elvis recordings through his career with the Stones and beyond.
January 9, 2024
Pretty well written light autobiography of one of those musical legends who often stood just outside the spotlight, but without whom, it never would have sounded so good.
Bobby Keys did a lot more than bring The Stones their soul, and this book highlights his adventures in recording studios, on the stage and, of course, in the tour bus. From Buddy Holly to Joe Cocker, Charley Simon to John Lennon, and obviously The Rolling Stones. Through it all, Keys "right place right time" philosophy, coupled with his enormous talent, had this sax great playing some of the most recognized sounds in rock n roll. Just imagine everything from "Return To Sender" to "Honky Tonk Woman" to "Whatever Gets You Through The Night" with anybody else.
I had a few "oh I didn't know he did that" moments and now a list of things to go back to and relisten.
Bobby Keys did a lot more than bring The Stones their soul, and this book highlights his adventures in recording studios, on the stage and, of course, in the tour bus. From Buddy Holly to Joe Cocker, Charley Simon to John Lennon, and obviously The Rolling Stones. Through it all, Keys "right place right time" philosophy, coupled with his enormous talent, had this sax great playing some of the most recognized sounds in rock n roll. Just imagine everything from "Return To Sender" to "Honky Tonk Woman" to "Whatever Gets You Through The Night" with anybody else.
I had a few "oh I didn't know he did that" moments and now a list of things to go back to and relisten.
February 1, 2022
I've been a Stones fan for 40+ years, read dozens of books, watched documentaries and concert films whenever I could and Bobby Keys has achieved something I did not think possible. He made all his years with the Stones and many other musical luminaries boring. With the exception of his recounting of his early years, the narrative is sadly like sitting next to a drunk in a dive bar listening to them ramble on about their past glory years but without enough detail or insight to be interesting. One star for his early history and one star for the rare nuggets about incidents better told by others through his long career.
May 25, 2017
A life "as unrehearsed as a hiccup" in the author's own words. He tells us of a life from schoolboy to an almost reformed musician, passing through Buddy Holly & The Crickets and Buddy Knox (which, Tommie are the interesting parts) through Delaney & Bonnie and Joe Cocker to a long term, but on-off relationship with the Rolling Stones. Inevitably there was too much drinking and drugging, although the bit about his overdose and the after effects is quite moving. The best bits for me are his descriptions of other great musicians. This was readable and enjoyable and did not go on too long.
December 31, 2019
Excellent...thanks to friend Jordy Mott for recommending this adventure into rock n' roll lifestyle. One interesting thing is that I found that Mr. Keys played on a local group's recordings (Sky-Doug Fieger's early band before The Knack. Doug was local attorney and Kevorkian defender, Geoffrey Fieger's younger brother) and I never would have thought it.
January 24, 2022
Entertaining read by Bobby Keys who played with the Rolling Stones and others.
From a small town in Texas, learned to play the saxophone and the rest is history.
Played from the 60's to 2014.
Written like he is talking to you. Very funny in parts and if you like rock and roll the details are delightful.
From a small town in Texas, learned to play the saxophone and the rest is history.
Played from the 60's to 2014.
Written like he is talking to you. Very funny in parts and if you like rock and roll the details are delightful.
August 25, 2017
Il sax dei Rolling Stones, non dico altro. Un'altra grande storia del rock.
September 19, 2017
Slow start, but kept my interest from the middle to the end.
May 29, 2024
Not as detailed as I had hoped but it is still a great read.
August 15, 2024
Fun read with lots of personal history about some of the greatest musicians of my generation.
March 12, 2012
Rock and Roll hit Bobby Keys hard. The first time he heard the music live he was ten years old, living with his grandparents in Slaton, Texas. Buddy Holly was playing on the back of a cotton trailer for the grand opening of a gas station. “It was like a mountain had fallen on me. And right then and there I knew I wanted to have something to do with that music. There was just this power, just something about it, and I thought, Well, by golly, they’re doing it right here in Slaton, so, you know, it must be available! And that just kinda lit a fuse that started burning then, and it’s still burning now. It’s clear to me now, in retrospect, that I didn’t choose rock’n’ roll so much as it chose me. It said, ‘Here I am,’ and I said, ‘I’m comin’!”
Within a few weeks he was bribing his way into Holly’s rehearsals with burgers and cokes bought with green stamps pilfered from his grandmother. Within a few years he’d picked up a saxophone with the high school band and started playing. Before too much longer he was playing with Buddy Knox, Bobby Vee and various acts on the Dick Clark Caravan of Stars tour. He kept playing and improving and through talent, luck, and being in the right place at the right time he played with Delaney & Bonnie, Joe Cocker and Mad Dogs and Englishmen, George Harrison, John Lennon, and The Rolling Stones, for whom he contributed classic solos in songs like Live With Me, Can’t You Here Me Knockin’, Bitch, I Got The Blues, and several from their classic Exile On Main Street album. He still tours with the Stones to this day.
The memoir doesn’t contain much in the way of insight into life and music. Keys isn’t that kind of guy. He dropped out of high school to go on the road. He never wrote songs. He’s not a writer. It’s a collection of his road stories as told to Bill Ditenhafer, a Nashville (where Keys now lives) features and arts writer, critic and editor. Keys adopted the rock ’n’ roll lifestyle whole hog: booze, pills, marijuana, throwing TV sets out of hotel windows and burning down one room with a bag of fireworks, and heroin addiction. By his own admission he suffered from a period of amnesia after a 1970’s overdose and before he began to turn his life around again. He still has trouble remembering people’s names. When Keys’ memory fails, Ditenhafer supplements the book with brief interview excerpts from the likes of Joe Cocker, Jim Keltner and others. It’s a bit of a patchwork affair and, at 277 pages, a little short to do justice to a life as packed with incident as Keys’.
Still, the stories Keys tells about his early life in Texas, his time on the road in the pioneer days of rock, and his insider’s view of life with The Rolling Stones make it worthwhile reading for fans of the music. Keith Richards even contributes a brief, handwritten introduction. It’s not the greatest rock memoir ever written but it’s an entertaining document for hard-core fans. - BH.
Within a few weeks he was bribing his way into Holly’s rehearsals with burgers and cokes bought with green stamps pilfered from his grandmother. Within a few years he’d picked up a saxophone with the high school band and started playing. Before too much longer he was playing with Buddy Knox, Bobby Vee and various acts on the Dick Clark Caravan of Stars tour. He kept playing and improving and through talent, luck, and being in the right place at the right time he played with Delaney & Bonnie, Joe Cocker and Mad Dogs and Englishmen, George Harrison, John Lennon, and The Rolling Stones, for whom he contributed classic solos in songs like Live With Me, Can’t You Here Me Knockin’, Bitch, I Got The Blues, and several from their classic Exile On Main Street album. He still tours with the Stones to this day.
The memoir doesn’t contain much in the way of insight into life and music. Keys isn’t that kind of guy. He dropped out of high school to go on the road. He never wrote songs. He’s not a writer. It’s a collection of his road stories as told to Bill Ditenhafer, a Nashville (where Keys now lives) features and arts writer, critic and editor. Keys adopted the rock ’n’ roll lifestyle whole hog: booze, pills, marijuana, throwing TV sets out of hotel windows and burning down one room with a bag of fireworks, and heroin addiction. By his own admission he suffered from a period of amnesia after a 1970’s overdose and before he began to turn his life around again. He still has trouble remembering people’s names. When Keys’ memory fails, Ditenhafer supplements the book with brief interview excerpts from the likes of Joe Cocker, Jim Keltner and others. It’s a bit of a patchwork affair and, at 277 pages, a little short to do justice to a life as packed with incident as Keys’.
Still, the stories Keys tells about his early life in Texas, his time on the road in the pioneer days of rock, and his insider’s view of life with The Rolling Stones make it worthwhile reading for fans of the music. Keith Richards even contributes a brief, handwritten introduction. It’s not the greatest rock memoir ever written but it’s an entertaining document for hard-core fans. - BH.
October 28, 2018
Lots of fun - eliciting chuckles to guffaws, to outright laughter. A quick and very entertaining read written in a style that makes you feel that you're just sitting at the bar with Bobby and he's telling stories. A natural raconteur! I screamed through the book's 275 odd pages in a couple of hours. Very enjoyable.
But, why three stars? First, it's pretty clear that Bobby wasn't keeping a diary or journal, since there are several points in the narrative where the words "I think", "I don't recall/remember" are used. While that's not a real problem, it would be nice to know the accuracy of his recollections. For example, on pp. 85-86, "Opening for Blind Faith was great.. [...] ..pop festivals, Atlanta I remember, and one outside of Milwaukee or Chicago".
Let me fix that for you - it was The Midwest Rock Festival, on the Wisconsin State Fairgrounds in West Allis Wisconsin (a western suburb of Milwaukee), July 26, 1969. This information, given 5 minutes with Google, is trivial to discover.
At another point in the book is pp. 230, "I forget where exactly this happened, what city we were in - maybe Detroit because I think we [The New Barbarians]were staying overnight in Milwaukee...".
Again - "I forget", "I think", ...etc. Again, two minutes with Google reveals that it was in Milwaukee at the Milwaukee Arena, April 29th, 1978 that a riot broke out because fans were disappointed that "Mick Jagger" didn't appear.
I lived in Milwaukee for many years, so maybe the above nitpicking is just my own axe to grind. Maybe not.
But, ultimately, I was disappointed by not a whisper or breath or mention of Bobby Keys eponymously titled solo album from 1972. It's not listed in the discography at the back of the book either. And a really NICE record it is too. Yes, it's long out of print, and a collector's item, but it's available if you don't mind spending some cash.
So, in summary - a little research on Bill Ditenhafer's part (or someone's) could've helped Bobby's recollections along a bit, and the exclusion of Bobby's solo album is quite surprising. The only thing I can assume is that Bobby disliked the record so much or thought it so insignificant that it wasn't worth noting. Bottom line though; I enjoyed the book a lot and am spending a good, healthy chunk of time today listening to Bobby Keys play his horn.
But, why three stars? First, it's pretty clear that Bobby wasn't keeping a diary or journal, since there are several points in the narrative where the words "I think", "I don't recall/remember" are used. While that's not a real problem, it would be nice to know the accuracy of his recollections. For example, on pp. 85-86, "Opening for Blind Faith was great.. [...] ..pop festivals, Atlanta I remember, and one outside of Milwaukee or Chicago".
Let me fix that for you - it was The Midwest Rock Festival, on the Wisconsin State Fairgrounds in West Allis Wisconsin (a western suburb of Milwaukee), July 26, 1969. This information, given 5 minutes with Google, is trivial to discover.
At another point in the book is pp. 230, "I forget where exactly this happened, what city we were in - maybe Detroit because I think we [The New Barbarians]were staying overnight in Milwaukee...".
Again - "I forget", "I think", ...etc. Again, two minutes with Google reveals that it was in Milwaukee at the Milwaukee Arena, April 29th, 1978 that a riot broke out because fans were disappointed that "Mick Jagger" didn't appear.
I lived in Milwaukee for many years, so maybe the above nitpicking is just my own axe to grind. Maybe not.
But, ultimately, I was disappointed by not a whisper or breath or mention of Bobby Keys eponymously titled solo album from 1972. It's not listed in the discography at the back of the book either. And a really NICE record it is too. Yes, it's long out of print, and a collector's item, but it's available if you don't mind spending some cash.
So, in summary - a little research on Bill Ditenhafer's part (or someone's) could've helped Bobby's recollections along a bit, and the exclusion of Bobby's solo album is quite surprising. The only thing I can assume is that Bobby disliked the record so much or thought it so insignificant that it wasn't worth noting. Bottom line though; I enjoyed the book a lot and am spending a good, healthy chunk of time today listening to Bobby Keys play his horn.
April 7, 2013
A must-read for any Stones obsessive. One thing you need to know going in, the whole book is written in the coloquial speaking style of Bobby Keys. If you can hang, he's got some good stories, although much like Keith Richards' autobio, there are huge unrecounted and unremembered swaths of time when the pair were on heroin. Late '70s to mid '80s pass as if they didn't exist at all. And Keys spends a lot of time talking Stones and Beatles adventures so certain interesting (to me) appearances in his discography at the back of the book with Etta James, Marvin Gaye, etc go completely unmentioned.
October 26, 2016
Like many rock-n-roll memoirs, this one is big on tales of debauchery and decadence but light on musical or personal insight. Personally, I not only want to hear some details of the hedonistic lifestyle but I want insight into the personal and professional challenges these artists face. I find hope and intimacy in learning how they succeed or fail these challenges and what growth or lessons they have learned. This book offers little of that. Bobby Keys seemed content to roll along with the tide and ask very few questions of who he is and why he does what he does.
October 6, 2013
A fascinating look at a musician who seemed to wander through life with neither plan nor guile. The historical notes are interesting, especially after reading other books, like The Wrecking Crew and Keith's book that talk about a number of the same characters. It is frustrating to see how wasted he was through much of his career. That he didn't end up dead at 27, like so many others, is just dumb luck. Still, a really interesting look at the period.
June 3, 2014
A nothing-special memoir; you can tell Keys has no real clues about his place, or anyone's in music - he gets dates wrong (suggesting that Stevie Wonder had just released Songs in the Key of Life when opening for the Stones in 72, etc) and really has just a few drinking yarns (that he can remember/will admit) to offer. Of course he's done some great work, played with everyone - but this is soulless and lacking. And that's a bit of a shame.
December 31, 2014
What an amazing life. I am a music fan and a while back I noticed so many of my favorite cuts had this sexy sax, did some searched and found out that was Bobby Keys blowing his horn. So I had to read this book. I never knew that recording were done in layers, always thought the whole group played together. The rock´n´roll antics, yeah, expected to hear about the wild good times, awesome. Loved this book - thaks Bobby for taking me on your wild ride. RIP
July 25, 2019
What a life! I highly anticipated this memoir and was not disappointed. Sure, I figured the dirt would be a little laundered with the Glimmer Twins still buttering Bobby's bread at the time. But, this was a worthy new perspective on some of the greatest tales in rock 'n roll touring - predating his Stones escapades by a decade or more. And, since Bobby left us, I want to buy co-author and editor Bill Ditenhafer a tequila and say job well done!
August 5, 2012
Bobby Keys is the man responsible for that classic sax solo in the Stones Brown Sugar. Simple and straightforward, a memoir of escapades, good and crazy times with the Rolling Stones, as well as tales of the likes of Leon Russell. Entertaining to those who like to scratch below the surface of rock and toll. If yours is just a casual interest, pass to the next......
May 27, 2013
Brisk fun read, with a great focus on the music, which is sometimes too absent in musicians' autobiographies. Great stories across all the bands Keys played with. The problem is lack of emotional depth. We never get a sense of Keys beyond the instrument, aside from some superficial writings on his dealings with heroin. He keeps the curtain tightly drawn.
December 24, 2013
Bobby Keys er saxófónleikari sem er þekktastur fyrir samstarf sitt við The Rolling Stones. Hann á þó mun lengri feril sem nær alveg til fiftís. Þetta er valinkunnur sukkbolti og bókin heitir Every Night’s a Saturday Night. Ég bjóst við miklu meira því þessi bók er frekar illa skrifuð og blóðlaus. Svo man karlinn gloppótt og það sést.
November 19, 2015
Stream of consciousness writing, sounds like his verbal conversations were transcribed. Definitely reflects the true version of him. Good time party guy, learned his lessons about life later after the.money and fame ran out. Still had a great attitude about life all the way through. Not too introspective. Lots of fun stories about famous people
August 12, 2012
The history is great, the writing not so much. Bobby Keys is a legendary sideman. His story is indeed interesting but the book doesn't flow very well. It is choppy and tougher to read than it should be. Bobby has a lot of fun, some predictable ups and downs, and so does the reader.
January 25, 2014
Enjoyable and a quick read. Comes off just as I would think having a conversation with Bobby over a couple of drinks would be like. It's not a literary classic, but I didn't expect it to be. It's down to earth.
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