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I've just recently started reading Keith Richards' autobiography, "Life," and it is so splendid. He takes you from his childhood on up, gives you a lesson in the stark world of post-war England and shares the moment he turned into a lifelong rebel.
I absolutely love autobiographies and biographies and those about musicians are particularly attractive to me. It teaches me how creative lives are lived, through a series of artistic epiphanies and the occasional wrong turn.
In recent years, I've enjoyed Anthony Keidis' "Scar Tissue," Johnny Lyden's "Anger is an Energy"—named after a remarkable line in the Public Image Limited song "Rise"— Morrissey's eponymous autobiography (I could do with less complaining and more with his writing process, but what an amazing grasp of prose and what painful empathy he shows) as well as Sting's "Broken Music."
After reading this, or perhaps while, I'm going to visit The Rolling Stones' catalogue with open heart and mind.
I'm also dying to read Chrissie Hyde's "Reckless: My Life as a Pretender." If you have it, I welcome you to drop-ship it to my new digs in St. George, Utah.
Where would we be without music and without rebels? It's a rhetorical question, but see George Orwell's 1984 for a potential answer.
Where I stand now, on page 58, young Keith's world has been rocked by hearing the spare sound of Elvis Presley's "Heartbreak Hotel."
What song has rocked your world? What are you reading? And who's your favorite rebel?
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