1. Bruce Springsteen - Born to Run
No surprise at all of course that the man can write. But this is astonishing from start to finish. As a man notorious for his ability to structure and sustain long sets he's had plenty of practice but this was an incredibly accomplished book. Honest, open, courageous and understanding the contradictions at every turn, he lays himself bare here and you end up respecting him more than when you started.
2. Bob Mehr - Trouble Boys (The True Story of The Replacements)
More deeply flawed and pained subject matter. The band who threw it away at every turn. Mehr is unflinching in his documentation of The Replacements damaged journey. I ended up disliking most of the individuals concerned but sensing that they deserved the book as it's the story of so many, though this lot had guitars.
3. Jon Savage - 1966
That's a very, very fine book but I'd say 1966 is even better. Eschewing nostalgia or foresight of any sort, Savage grounds himself in the year itself, a remarkable one for Pop Music of course but also for the world it inhabited and soundtracked. Dividing his book into twelve chapters, one for each calendar month, he focuses his writing on singles, as it was the last year that they took true precedence before albums overtook them as the serious format for expression from '67 onward, and things became serious and introverted, Pop became Rock, shifting inevitably towards self-conscious art.
It's an intense yet objective treatment of the year and what happened during it. Savage prose maintains a masterful balance between embodying the sheer excitement of the records he documents while placing them within their context and detailing the larger picture of the astonishing turbulence of the year in politics, society and the true birth of the counter-culture.
You get Beatles,Stones,Yardbirds, Dylan, Who, Kinks, James Brown, Motown, Love, Byrds, Stax, Beach Boys, Dusty Springfield, Velvets, Small Faces, Pink Floyd, Buffalo Springfield, Hendrix, Cream and Monkees. You also get the smaller players, and Savage knits them all in within a fabric of generational foment, Vietnam, social protest, racial strife, sexual revolution and the shock of violent, intense and tragic news events.
Savage excels himself. It's a lesson in how to write about these things. Capture the thrill of the times but more importantly, be true to them. Setting himself against the prevalent but regrettable trend of looking back at our recent history and its music as an exercise in dewy eyed nostalgia. In his own words.
'I'm very tired of the way a lot of music writing now is about personal experience and generational nostalgia. I'm not interested in talking about whether I ate Crunchies or Orange Aeros on my way back from school. That's by the by.'
Nevertheless, or possibly contrarily directly because of this way of going about things, it's all actually very moving. Because Savage obviously loves the music he writes about and determines to do it justice. In this respect it's an unqualified success:
'Because you know it doesn't matter if a right wing historian slags off John Lennon. It just doesn't matter. Those records will last.'
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