To paraphrase what someone else once said about Shel Silverstein: as a novelist, Connelly is mostly a pretty good musician. An okay first outing, but I get the feeling it was written mainly to get some of his early-years experiences out on paper and out of his system. His music and lyrics hint at him being capable of a lot more, though. (Read "Concrete, Bulletproof, Invisible, and Fried: My Life As A Revolting Cock" for some hilarious memoirs of time served with Finitribe, Revolting Cocks, Ministry, et al.)