Top 5 Guitar Legend Autobiographies To Read During The Lockdown
With all normal social freedoms curtailed during the covid19 pandemic, we have officially entered the Year of Staying At Home. We work from home, socialise from home, work out at home, eat at home. We’ve binge-watched all of what’s new on Netflix and half the back catalogue, and we’ve ventured into the dark recesses of our musical past (putting “all songs” on shuffle and letting the horror unfold).
Now we’re moving on to the next chapter (sorry) of Quarantine Life and turning to the books. As the saying goes, the devil makes work for idle hands, so keep busy with our top 5 guitar hero autobiographies to read during quarantine.
You probably wouldn’t be surprised to know that not only has the Mad Hatter fired a .44 Magnum through his ROOF, but he’s also encountered Predator (leading to a naked streak across an Arizona golf course) and redecorated Izzy Stradlin’s bathroom in a rather fetching shade of arterial blood. He may play a mean guitar, but stay away from smack, kids.
Firstly, can I just say its miraculous that Keith has enough working memory left to actually fill a book.
And secondly – yes, this autobiography is just as rock and roll as you hope you it’s going to be – and then some.
Following “Keef” through a kaleidoscopic life of heroin, court cases, and a close call with the mafia, Life does not fail to reveal the hedonistic, destructive – but still somehow glamourous – life of one of the greatest guitarists of all time.
If the punch-ups and the random case of arson doesn’t enthral you, then the many anecdotes about the size of Mick Jagger’s tackle will.
Less autobiography and more scrapbook of a fractured mind, Journals chronicles the final years before Cobain’s suicide. This posthumous 2002 release chronicles his darkest times through scraps, scribbles, and scathing lyrics that read more as poetry.
But is it right to read someone’s journal after they’ve gone? Some hardcore fans have refused to read Journals, citing respect for the late musical genius’ privacy. Others are desperate to know what went through the guy’s mind, and what happened to lead to the death of one of music’s most talented and tender musicians.
Both a tragedy and a comedy, this autobiography from the lead guitarist of Kiss is both laugh—out-loud funny and kind of sad (and not just because Ace once caught pubic lice). It details his descent into addition and destructive behaviour in a candid and sometimes difficult way, but don’t worry, it’s not all doom and gloom. It even has a car chase that ends up with Ace being held at police gunpoint. No regrets.