Picked this up the other day @ the airport. Just about done with it. Lots of things get short shrift due to the fact that he's covering 60 years of life and 40 years of music.
There are laugh out loud parts of the book & I'm not a laugh out loud guy for the most part. If the antics in the book are even 20% true I can't believe he's still alive. He doesn't really paint a great picture of himself (admits to some things he's done that are just ugly, like beating on his first wife and Sharon) but you still come away liking the guy- he's clearly a nervous wreck & a frightened mess that self medicates alot. There's really not a single drop of rock star arrogance to any of it.
There are parts that are quite insightful actually. For example, he talks about getting shelled by some kid critic from Rolling Stone for the original Black Sabbath release. He goes on to explain how he views Rolling Stone during that period- they held themselves out to be some sort of counterculture beacon, when the reality was all the kids writing for them were Harvard-type establishment clowns slumming at a rock n roll magazine & playing the part. He said, and I'm paraphrasing, "What does some poor kid from Aston who grew up with one pair of shoes care that some Harvard grad doesn't get his music? It was like having your music reviewed by aliens- who cares if they get it or not? We were living it."
Anyway, worth a read. The photos alone are pretty sweet.
There are laugh out loud parts of the book & I'm not a laugh out loud guy for the most part. If the antics in the book are even 20% true I can't believe he's still alive. He doesn't really paint a great picture of himself (admits to some things he's done that are just ugly, like beating on his first wife and Sharon) but you still come away liking the guy- he's clearly a nervous wreck & a frightened mess that self medicates alot. There's really not a single drop of rock star arrogance to any of it.
There are parts that are quite insightful actually. For example, he talks about getting shelled by some kid critic from Rolling Stone for the original Black Sabbath release. He goes on to explain how he views Rolling Stone during that period- they held themselves out to be some sort of counterculture beacon, when the reality was all the kids writing for them were Harvard-type establishment clowns slumming at a rock n roll magazine & playing the part. He said, and I'm paraphrasing, "What does some poor kid from Aston who grew up with one pair of shoes care that some Harvard grad doesn't get his music? It was like having your music reviewed by aliens- who cares if they get it or not? We were living it."
Anyway, worth a read. The photos alone are pretty sweet.
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