Weekend Reads, plus Bonus Track: Dancing With Myself
If you read Music, Mayhem, and Bad Decisions, you know that I met the late “Jimmy Paris” at a Billy Idol club gig for which some friends were the opening act. So, it’s no secret that I’m a fan. Idol’s memoir is surprising erudite and enjoyable.
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
If you read Music, Mayhem, and Bad Decisions, you’ll know this already: I met the first man to whom I was engaged at a small club in 1982. The headlining act? Billy Idol.
When I learned that Idol (née William Broad) had written a memoir, I had to have it. I fully expected a ghostwritten whitewash. What I got instead was something penned by Idol himself, who is delightfully and rather unexpectedly erudite … and an honest look at his hard-partying days, addiction, relationship foibles … and a deep dive into the music that Idol wrote, as well as the music he loved the most.
Idol is a self-described voracious reader, and that habit is apparent in his writing; I found myself looking up a couple of words, which is a welcome rarity.
Idol’s authorial voice is intelligent and frank; as I reader, I felt like I was sitting in his living room listening to him talk about the good old, bad old days. Highly recommended.
The big track in 1982, when I saw Idol’s show, was this tune: