Why does one read a rock and roll memoir? For larger than life stories and insights into the music, mostly. This had a lot of the former, less of the latter. It had a bizarre format, jumping through time and space like Billy Pilgrim. Clarence and his co-writer, his best friend Don Reo, alternate stories. There was a lot of emphasis on the pain that the Big Man has been playing through in the last few years (knee replacements, hip replacements, bad back). At first I was a little annoyed at the front-and-center nature of Don Reo's narrative. He's a big name-dropper, and he spent a lot of time telling stories of his own about showbiz people unrelated to Clarence Clemons. After a while I began to appreciate the thing he did offer, which was a chance to tell the story from an observer's perspective as well as the first-person. Thus we get Clarence talking about the great feeling on stage, and Don telling the story of how Clarence had to arrive on stage via wheelchair and he couldn't believe the guy then stood up and played for three hours. The backstage stories mostly involve the number of people it takes to put the Big Man together for long enough to play a show these days.
Interspersed between the time-jumping stories there are tall tales, told on gray paper to differentiate them from the truth. These stories contribute to his larger than life persona, and sometimes tell more about him than the more everyday anecdotes. Clemons comes across as a jokester, a great friend, a guy who knows how to be rich, and a teller of stories that should be true, even if they aren't. I do have to say that he comes across as a bit of a misogynist, of the type that loves women and marries them serially, but doesn't speak to many that he respects. I think there are only one or two sentences uttered by women in the whole book, and of all the celebrity names dropped the only female is Annie Leibowitz, and her story is one of the fabrications. Putting that aside, it's a good read and a great contribution to his legend.