okay what in the hell. I usually refrain from reviewing books I couldn’t finish because I didn’t read the entire thing but in this case, I feel that it’s a public service for me to keep others from suffering reading or listening to this book. I only made it a couple hours in to the audiobook and could not force myself to go on. where Caillat’s previous book on the making of Rumours was interesting enough to help me get past his disturbing personal anecdotes, this book is just downright unreadable, unless you want to basically know the entirety of someone’s sex life in the seventies, who by other than his own opinion, was NOT a goddamn rockstar.
Dear Ken Caillat: while I do believe engineers and producers are a very important part of the music making process, YOU ARE NOT THE TALENT HERE. I’m sorry, but no one cares about every single woman you found attractive while working on this album or wants you to describe their bodies or go on and on about how young they were. I’m honestly just fucking disgusted, and it’s no wonder Fleetwood Mac cut ties with him. I don’t know who I pity more, the poor woman they hired to read this audiobook, or Ken Caillat’s daughter. Yuck.
There is also a second author of this book, another engineer on the album, and his parts were just as insufferable. I wish I could scrub my ears out. In case I haven’t said it enough: neither of you are rockstars. You are not Mick Fleetwood or Lindsay Buckingham, and no one gives two shits about your shameful personal life.
All that aside, this wasn’t even interesting. Two hours in neither of these guys told me a single thing about the actual process of recording Tusk, aside from the fact that Lindsay Buckingham spent this period behaving insanely, which is not news to anyone. It’s too late for me, my ears and mind have already suffered, but it’s not too late for you. Do not read this book. Watch Tusk tour videos and interviews instead if you care about the making of this album.
Public service announcement over.