God only knows where we’d be without him

The more I have learned about the life of Brian Wilson, the more I have felt sorry for him.

Here was a man — an extraordinary talent bursting with innate creativity and imagination — who had to face unrealistic expectations, an abusive father, a fickle public, a manipulative therapist and a debilitating unease with his own mental health. He was the undisputed leader of The Beach Boys, the most commercially successful American rock band of the 1960s, but he was shy, emotionally vulnerable and not particularly good at defending himself and his methods against naysayers and backstabbers, even within his own family.

When we label someone a genius, it turns out to be a double-edged sword. Certainly, it’s a supreme compliment, for it identifies that person as one of the very best of us — unparalleled at their craft. Yet it also puts them and everything they do under a microscope and burdens them with enormous stress to maintain their excellence every day.

Wilson, who died on June 11 at age 82, met these challenges head on and produced some of the most sublime, brilliant, iconic music of our lifetimes…for a while. And then he couldn’t do it any longer, becoming erratic, isolated, full of self-doubt. Lesser men might have pulled the plug and “checked out,” but Wilson endured for decades after his initial unraveling, still showing occasional flashes of musical magnificence but no longer operating at his peak.

From 1962 through 1967, what a peak it was! He wrote or co-wrote a dozen Top Ten singles and another six dozen album tracks, handled all the vocal and instrumental arrangements, and oversaw the studio production of everything The Beach Boys recorded. Deeply inspired by the songwriting of George Gershwin and Burt Bacharach, the vocal harmonies of The Four Freshmen and the studio techniques of Phil Spector, Wilson broke new ground in the arena of popular song — its structure, its instrumentation, its use of ever-evolving studio technology. He was pretty much peerless, as many of his peers will readily tell us.

“Brian had that mysterious sense of musical genius that made his songs so achingly special,” Paul McCartney wrote on social media following Wilson’s death. “The notes he heard in his head and passed on to us were simple and brilliant at the same time. I feel privileged to have been around his bright shining light.”

John Sebastian of The Lovin’ Spoonful noted, “Brian had control of this vocal palette of which the rest of us had no idea. We had never paid attention to the Four Freshmen or doo-wop combos like The Crew Cuts. Look what gold he mined out of that.”

Peter Gabriel said, “What an extraordinary talent! Brian Wilson single-handedly raised the bar on how to write and arrange a great pop song. He inspired and touched so many songwriters, including me. His work pushed The Beatles towards ‘Sergeant Pepper’ and, in ‘God Only Knows,’ he created a masterpiece that remains unmatched to this day.”

Elton John had this to say: “For me, he was the biggest influence on my songwriting ever. He was a musical genius and revolutionary. He changed the goalposts when it came to writing songs and shaped music forever. A true giant.”

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Born in 1942 in Inglewood, California and raised with his two brothers Carl and Dennis in nearby Hawthorne, another Los Angeles suburb, Brian Wilson showed an innate musical talent even as a toddler. His father Murry, a machinist who fancied himself a frustrated songwriter, strongly encouraged Brian’s interest in music, financing accordion lessons and buying a piano on which Brian taught himself popular songs of the day. His church choir director declared him to have perfect pitch, and his high school music teacher marveled at Brian’s aptitude for learning everything from Bach and Beethoven to boogie-woogie and rhythm & blues.

Brian (right) and his brothers, 1957

Wilson often gathered his friends and brothers around the piano, teaching them the various vocal harmonies from songs by Dion and The Belmonts and others. His father also bought him a two-track tape recorder, which allowed him to experiment with recording songs, group vocals, and rudimentary production techniques at an early age. In an essay he wrote as a high school senior, Wilson said, “My ambition in life is to make a name for myself in music,” and he spent countless hours learning and practicing the songs of other artists while beginning to write and arrange original songs as well.

From left: Carl Wilson, Dennis Wilson, Mike Love, Al Jardine, Brian Wilson, 1963

In 1961, he assembled his first group, The Pendletones, with brothers Carl and Dennis, cousin Mike Love and friend Al Jardine. Wilson and Love first collaborated on the song “Surfin’,” and Murry Wilson became their de facto manager, securing a contract with Candix Records, who insisted on renaming the group The Beach Boys. The song was a regional hit on the West Coast but stalled at #75 on national pop charts, and when Candix went out of business, Murry Wilson persuaded Capitol Records to release demo recordings of two new originals — “Surfin’ Safari” and “409.” The double-sided single reached #14 on US charts in 1962, setting a template for numerous Beach Boys songs about surfing, cars and teenage romance. The group was off and running.

The year 1963 was pivotal for Brian. Not only did he co-write six huge Beach Boys hits with various composing partners (“Surfin’ U.S.A.,” “Surfer Girl,” “Little Deuce Coupe,” “Be True To Your School,” “In My Room” and “Fun, Fun, Fun”), he negotiated with Capitol that he would have complete artistic control as producer on the singles and the albums, spurred on by what he heard on landmark records produced by Spector (especially “Be My Baby” by The Ronettes). Said Wilson years later, “I was unable to really think as a producer up until the time where I really got familiar with Phil Spector’s work. That was when I started to design the experience to be a record rather than just a song.”

Brian and younger brother Carl, 1964

Brother Carl concurred: “Record companies were used to having absolute control over their artists. It was especially nervy, because Brian was a 21-year-old kid with just two albums. It was unheard of. But what could they say? Brian made great records.”

Simmering beneath the surface, unfortunately, was a tempestuous relationship between Murry Wilson and the band, especially Brian. The elder Wilson was a controlling, often abusive and violent man, and he took it out on his wife and sons, even as he helped them navigate the music business relationships. As a frustrated singer/songwriter himself, Wilson Sr. demanded to be involved in the music production, with rigid ways of thinking about how things should be done, which annoyed and intimidated the band.

Murry Wilson

Over the course of Brian’s life, each time his father beat, degraded, or contradicted him, it served as an implicit challenge for Brian to absorb it, maintain stability, and then succeed—all while remaining a dutiful son, subordinate to his father’s authority. As one biographer put it, “Brian had been locked into this existence for most of his life. It wasn’t fair or just, but Brian had handled it so far. He had never broken down, never capitulated, never shown defeat. Neither did he resort to violence or other forms of delinquent behavior, nor did he emulate his father’s narcissism and become an insufferable horse’s ass. All he had done was get better and better at his craft and generate gobs of money.”

Adding to Brian’s anxiety was the arrival of The Beatles in 1964, which had a seismic effect on American teens’ listening habits. I was only nine years old at the time, but I remember thinking the new stuff coming from England was more exciting, more interesting than the sun-and-surf songs of The Beach Boys. Wilson could be fiercely competitive, and was eager to up his game in response. When his father tried to take control of a recording session for “I Get Around,” which would become their first #1 hit, Brian shoved him against a wall and told him to get out. “You’re fired, Dad,” he said, and Murry Wilson was never seen again in their studio, although he kept offering unsolicited advice in conversations with Brian.

Brian Wilson’s perfectionist tendencies and self-imposed pressure to be in charge of their studio output finally got the better of him in late 1964 when he had a panic attack on an airplane and made the fateful decision to quit touring and live performances as a Beach Boy, instead focusing on songwriting and producing. “At that point,” said Wilson in 1990, “I thought I was more of a behind-the-scenes guy than a performer. I still feel that way.”

Songs like “Don’t Worry Baby,” “Help Me, Rhonda” and particularly “California Girls” provided evidence that Wilson was growing more sophisticated and more adept at creating what he called “pop symphonies,” with layered arrangements and the use of novel instruments. This was due in part, many insiders believed, to his first use of psychedelic drugs, which Wilson agreed “made me more introspective, more interested in seeking spiritual, mystical things. It fouled me up for a while, but it also brought on a surge in creativity.”

The Boys laying down vocals in 1966

Always striving for perfection in the studio, Wilson insured that his intricate vocal arrangements exercised the group’s calculated blend of intonation, phrasing, attack and expression. Sometimes, he would sing each vocal harmony part alone through multi-track tape. Explained Jardine, “We always sang the same vocal intervals.  As soon as we heard the chords on the piano we’d figure it out pretty easily. If there was a vocal move Brian envisioned, he’d show that particular singer that move. We had somewhat photographic memory as far as the vocal parts were concerned, so that was never a problem for us.” 

The lyrical approach of Beach Boys songs in 1965-1966 was changing. As writer Nick Kent said, “The subjects of Brian’s songs were suddenly no longer simple happy souls harmonizing their sun-kissed innocence and dying devotion to each other over a honey-coated backdrop of surf and sand. Instead, they’d become highly vulnerable, slightly neurotic and riddled with telling insecurities.”

The release of The Beatles’ superb “Rubber Soul” album in late 1965 was also a big game changer for Wilson. He was immediately enamored with it, declaring, “It had no filler tracks,” a feature mostly unheard of at a time when 45-rpm singles were considered more noteworthy than full-length LPs. “It didn’t make me want to copy them, but to be just as good as they were,” he said. “I didn’t want to do the same kind of music, but on the same level.”

Wilson and his new wife Marilyn moved into a Beverly Hills home, and he began experimenting with the way he composed music, sometimes writing in song fragments which he envisioned as interchangeable modules. He wrote at a furious pace, cranking out some of his most challenging yet satisfying songs to date, and as Jardine explained, “It took us quite a while to adjust to the new material because it wasn’t music you could necessarily dance to. It was more like music you could make love to.”

This batch of songs became “Pet Sounds,” the 1966 album widely regarded as Wilson’s (and The Beach Boys’) masterpiece. To capture the sounds he heard and envisioned, Wilson worked in multiple Los Angeles studios, using many outside musicians and limiting the group’s input to vocals only. Introspective love songs and personal reflections (“Caroline, No” and “I Just Wasn’t Made For These Times”) juxtaposed quite effectively next to brilliantly accessible singles like “Wouldn’t It Be Nice” and “Sloop John B.”

The album also featured what is now regarded as perhaps Wilson’s very best composition, “God Only Knows,” which didn’t chart all that well as a single in the US but peaked at #2 in England. Paul McCartney has famously called it “the greatest song ever written.” Brian turned over the lead vocals to his brother Carl, who absolutely nailed the challenging melody line in the official recording. (Forty-odd years later, Brian re-recorded the song handling lead vocals himself, and I’d be hard pressed to choose who does the better job. Both are on my Spotify playlist, so readers can decide for themselves.)

Because the popular response to “Pet Sounds” and “God Only Knows” in the US failed to meet his lofty expectations, Wilson began a long slow descent into self-doubt and paranoia. But before these insecurities took root, he poured all of his efforts into creating “Good Vibrations,” the most ambitious single anyone had ever attempted. Writing, arranging and producing this monumental track took more than six months and cost more in studio time than anyone had spent before. Its unprecedented complexity, episodic structure and use of cellos and Theremins (innovative pre-synthesizers) would’ve been remarkable as an album track, but as a #1 single it was simply extraordinary.

Bruce Johnston (left) replaced Brian Wilson in live appearances

Bassist Carole Kaye, a stalwart member of the group of studio musicians known as The Wrecking Crew, said she was honored to work with Wilson. “By that time, Brian was showing a lot of genius writing. The way he kept changing the music around. He had all the sounds in his head. He knew what he wanted and wrote out the bass parts for me. That wasn’t your normal rock ‘n’ roll. I mean, we were part of a pop symphony.”

Legendary drummer Hal Blaine recalled, “We were laying down instrumental tracks for ‘Good Vibrations’ over seven months. When Brian had a little section of music he wanted to add or change, he’d have us change the trumpet to a sax or the sax to a trumpet, things like that. It was as though he was sculpting the song out of thin air. When I heard ‘Good Vibrations’ in its final form, I was amazed. I had heard only pieces over the seven months we recorded. I happened to speak with The Beatles soon after it came out and they couldn’t believe it.”

Around this time, Wilson was starting to be singled out by industry observers as a genius, significantly more important to the group’s success than the others combined. Mike Love wasn’t so sure about that. “As far as I was concerned,” he said in 1975, “Brian was a genius, deserving of that recognition. But the rest of us were seen as nameless components in Brian’s music machine. It didn’t feel to us as if we were just riding on Brian’s coattails.” Conversely, Dennis Wilson defended Brian’s stature in the band, stating in 1967: “Brian Wilson is the Beach Boys. He is the band. We’re his fucking messengers. He is all of it. Period. We’re nothing. He’s everything.”

In early 1967, Wilson began writing quirkier, more unusual sounds, convinced that the album-in-the-works, entitled “Smile,” would be his finest. But his bandmates and his record label found much of it puzzling, even substandard, which devastated him, and he scrapped the project. “I pulled the plug on it because I felt like I was about ready to die. I was trying so hard. So, all of a sudden, I decided not to try anymore.” One of its tracks, “Heroes and Villains,” was released as a single but it was met with lukewarm response by critics and the public alike, further damaging his morale and bringing on psychological decline.

Beginning with the hastily assembled substitute “Smiley Smile,” The Beach Boys found themselves having to get along without Wilson in his customary leadership role. “My reputation in the industry was a really big thing for me, and I no longer wanted to risk the individual scrutiny,” he said years later. “I let the others take production credit and encouraged them to get more involved in that.”

The next half-dozen albums — “Wild Honey” (1967), “Friends” (1968), “20/20” (1969), “Sunflower” (1970), “Surf’s Up” (1971) and “Holland” (1973) — each had one or two tracks worthy of the group’s catalog, but the general reaction in the US was that time had passed them by. As the group struggled to remain relevant, their finances took a hit and, desperate for cash, they sold their song catalog in 1970 for less than a million dollars, against Wilson’s wishes. He became more and more depressed, reportedly attempted suicide more than once, and became self-destructive, regularly abusing drugs and alcohol.

The depths of his despondence are best illustrated in “‘Til I Die,” a harrowing yet melodic song he wrote for the “Surf’s Up” album. In the lyrics, Wilson describes himself as a small, meaningless object in a grand universe with no control over his trajectory (a cork on the ocean, a rock in a landslide, a leaf on a windy day). “These things I’ll be until I die,” he sings in the chorus, as hopeless as he’s ever sounded. In the 1980s, Wilson called the song “a summation of everything I had to say at the time.”

Despite their difficult father-and-son relationship, Murry Wilson’s death in 1973 sent Brian into a deep spiral, isolating himself, overeating, and drinking around the clock. Yet he emerged in 1976 and 1977 to participate significantly in the group’s two comeback LPs, “15 Big Ones” and “The Beach Boys Love You,” which were promoted with a “Brian’s Back!” campaign, and both charted well. That was only a temporary recovery, though; the late 1970s and most of the 1980s saw Wilson on a dark roller coaster of highs and lows, necessitating outside help from therapists, handlers and conservators. He would show improvement, then relapse into even more reckless behavior.

An overweight Wilson with Landy in 1985

His involvement with psychologist Eugene Landy became all-encompassing, with Landy enforcing an around-the-clock intensive therapy program, eventually controlling Wilson’s finances and becoming his business manager, career advisor and even allegedly his co-songwriter for Wilson’s solo albums in 1988 and 1990. Although Wilson claimed he benefitted from his association with Landy, the state of California eventually charged him with ethics violations and unprofessional conduct, resulting in a restraining order in 1992 from ever contacting Brian again.

I’m not comfortable spending so much space in this piece discussing all of Wilson’s difficulties with mental illness. It’s essentially a very private matter, but sadly, when it happens to a celebrity, and there are public outbursts, it becomes fodder for the tabloids. My suggestion for readers who want to know more is to watch the striking biopic, “Love & Mercy,” a widely praised 2014 deep dive into two distinctly different eras of Wilson’s life story. Actor Paul Dano does a spot-on portrayal of Wilson in his mid-’60s heyday as a studio wizard, and John Cusack handles the more difficult assignment of depicting Wilson during his time under Landy’s care. It’s a remarkable film (Wilson called it “very factual”) that’s well worth your time.

I’m guessing most fans of Wilson and/or The Beach Boys might not be aware that the Canadian band Bare Naked Ladies had a #18 hit in their native country in 1992 with a song called simply “Brian Wilson.” In the lyrics, the narrator describes a life that mirrors Wilson’s during his uneasy time with Landy, mentioning obesity, “Fun, Fun, Fun,” “Smiley Smile” and Landy himself. It’s not a bad tune, but the lyrics cut a little too close to the bone for my tastes. (Nevertheless, I found it interesting enough to include it at the tail end of my Spotify playlist below.)

The last 30-odd years of Wilson’s life continued to have their peaks and valleys. There were joyous reunions and live performances with The Beach Boys, followed by very public spats with Mike Love over royalties and songwriting credits. He also toured on his own with a different band he assembled, and in 2004, he even released “Brian Wilson Presents Smile,” which features all-new recordings of music that he had originally created for the infamous abandoned 1967 Beach Boys project. Love publicly objected, saying it should have been a group release, but Wilson was estranged from the band at the time, and felt victorious about revisiting the material on his own, validated by a #13 charting on US charts.

When asked in 2004 how he managed to stay active as an artist, he simply responded, “By force of will.” A decade later, he expressed pride that he had “proven stronger than many imagined me to be.” It’s a revealing, brave statement from an artist who had spent nearly all his life fighting demons.

In the online music magazine Pitchfork, writer Sam Sodomsky summed it up nicely: “Depending on your age, taste, and life circumstances, you might see Brian Wilson as the sunny figurehead of youthful innocence; the tortured ideal of artistic integrity; the paragon of mastercraftsmanship; or a lovable eccentric who played his grand piano inside a giant sandbox. The common thread through all of these archetypes, of course, is that he endured.”

I was somewhat taken aback that Love, despite his decades-long combativeness toward Wilson, made complimentary remarks about him in the wake of his death. “Today, the world lost a genius,” Love said on June 11th. “I lost a cousin by blood and my partner in music. Brian Wilson wasn’t just the heart of The Beach Boys — he was the soul of our sound.”

Darian Sahanaja, who played in Wilson’s supporting band since 1999, wrote on social media: “I’m now relieved that a man who had suffered nearly every day of his life in a struggle to find some peace and love is suffering no more. I’ve always felt that it was through his struggle, his yearning, his reaching to find a better place that we were given such beautiful music.”

Perhaps Bruce Springsteen put it best when he said, “His level of musicianship—I don’t think anybody’s touched it yet. Brian Wilson was the most musically inventive voice in all of pop, with an otherworldly ear for harmony, and he was the visionary leader of America’s greatest band. Farewell, Maestro.”

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Nearly all of the 55 tracks found on this playlist were written, sung, arranged and/or produced by Wilson during his tenure with The Beach Boys. A few (1988’s “Kokomo,” for instance) had little or no involvement by Wilson, but I included them anyway as part of the broader picture…

It took me years to write, will you take a look?

Everyone has a story to tell.

For those famous enough to get a publishing deal, writing one’s memoirs seems to be more popular than ever.  In the world of pop music, especially rock music of the ’60s, ’70s and ’80s, writing an autobiography, it seems, has become the latest rite of passage for many who thrived in that era.

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Readers who know me well are aware that, when it comes to books about rock music, I inhale them.   Reference books about the Billboard charts, in-depth examinations of specific genres or regions, biographies (authorized and unauthorized) of famous artists and producers — I love ’em all, soaking up interesting factoids and arcane album information for use in some future party conversation (or this blog).

But why the spike in rock ‘n roll memoirs from survivors of rock’s earlier decades?  Call me cynical, but I’m guessing many of these aging performing artists figure they better commit their tales to paper ASAP before their memories fail them or they keel over (God knows that’s been happening way too often lately).

These memoirs typically include at least one “tell-all” bombshell that will help sell copies, but the best ones offer truly insightful information and thoughtful opinions from some of the major (and minor) players in the rock music kingdom.  And if the reader is really lucky, the book might actually be well written.

Sadly, the bookshelves are littered with recent examples of what amount to “Dear Diary” ramblings — self-indulgent, immature, lamely crafted and in dire need of major editing or a total rewrite.  But the good news is they’re outnumbered by a few dozen really captivating memoirs written in intelligent prose, with a healthy mix of humor, humility, pathos, perspective and (you can’t avoid it in this business) ego.

Let’s face it, if you’re a popular music artist, let alone a rock and roll star, it’s assumed you likely have an outsized ego, an ego big enough to tell you your life is interesting enough, and important enough, that people are going to want to read all about it, from childhood through early struggles to fame and fortune, to maybe scandal, setbacks and rehab.  How literately you tell your story, it should be noted, makes all the difference between respect and ridicule in the end.

Speaking of ridiculous, these days we have young artists writing their memoirs who have barely turned 30.  I mean, Justin Bieber?  It’s laughable.  Best to wait until you’ve had a life long enough to write about.

No one can say for sure if some of these “autobiographies” were helped along by seasoned journalists serving as ghost writers, but I’m going to give the stars the benefit of the doubt and trust them if they said they wrote them themselves.  All I know is, if it’s an entertaining read, and I learn things I didn’t know before, and I’d recommend it to others, then it was worth my time and money.

Here are 20 rock ‘n’ roll memoirs I found to be worthy of your attention.  These are not biographies written by others, only autobiographies. Full confession:  I didn’t read ALL of EVERY book listed here.  In a few cases, I only skimmed them in preparation for this blog, and read a summary of reviews.  But my aim is to read them all someday.

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“Born to Run,” Bruce Springsteen, 2016

As a lyricist, Springsteen has written pungent, heartfelt lyrics both concise and wordy, capturing moments and emotions better than almost anyone.  To no one’s surprise, The Boss writes lucidly and with great precision in his memoirs about his long, slow journey from the dead-end Jersey Shore to the peaks of superstardom.  Despite the fact that he’s added another ten years of achievements since this book was first published, this book is a satisfyingly comprehensive look at one of rock’s finest composers and showmen.

“My Cross to Bear,” Gregg Allman, 2012

I’m not sure I should have expected anything else, but Allman’s book revealed him to be an incredibly selfish asshole for much of his life, and he admits as much.  There’s no denying his brilliance as a blues singer, keyboardist and songwriter, but holy smokes, he was horrible to every woman in his life, and self-destructive as hell.  Still, he writes about all this in candid, compelling fashion, and got it done five years before his death in 2017 at age 69.

“Boys in the Trees: A Memoir,” Carly Simon, 2016

Largely at arm’s length from the self-destructive lifestyle that damaged many of her contemporaries, Simon survived to tell a decidedly different story from most ’70s singer-songwriters.  She writes from a calm epicenter as a daughter/mother/wife more than as a Grammy-winning artist, and it’s not at all boring but, in fact, invigorating. I just read this one within the last year and don’t know why I put it off for so long. She has a fascinating story to tell.

“Not Dead Yet: The Memoir,” Phil Collins, 2016

What a treat!  The fact that Collins tells his long and winding story with such self-deprecating charm and humor lays waste to his unfair reputation as an egotistical jackass.  He even uses his book’s title to debunk the silly “Phil is dead” rumor that plagued him in the mid-2000s. His evolution from Genesis’s replacement drummer in 1970 to their new lead singer in 1976 to ubiquitous solo artist in the 1980s and back into the band’s final years in the 2000s is quite a tale. This might be the most entertaining read on this list.

“Life,” Keith Richards, 2011

Given Keef’s notoriety as rock’s drug poster boy over the years, pretty much nobody expected this to be even remotely as great as it turned out to be.  How could he remember much of anything, given all he’s ingested?  But recall he did, with considerable flair, and the result is one of the most praised rock autobiographies ever. And he has lived on for another 15 years since it was published. Go figure.

“Simple Dreams: A Musical Memoir,” Linda Ronstadt, 2013

One of the most impressive singing careers of the 1970s, 1980s and 1990s was cut short in heartbreaking fashion when, in 2011, Ronstadt was diagnosed with a degenerative disease which robbed her of, among other things, the ability to control her vocal cords. She turned her attention to writing “Simple Dreams,” a humbly philosophical memoir of her life, which included multiple hit albums and singles in the folk, country, rock, Big Band and Latino musical genres.

“Me,” Elton John, 2019

If you saw the “Rocketman” musical biopic released the same year, you may think you know all there is to know about the shy-boy-turned-superstar, but I assure you, you don’t. In “Me,” Elton John goes far deeper into his life and career, warts and all, offering his own candid observations on the early struggles, the fame, the conflicted sexuality, the excesses, the musical partnerships and his eventual rejuvenation as an elder statesman of rock.

“Long Train Runnin’: Our Story of The Doobie Brothers,” Tom Johnston and Pat Simmons, 2023

Here’s a novel approach to the autobiographical genre. As founders and primary songwriters, singers and guitarists of The Doobie Brothers, Johnston and Simmons collaborated on this memoir by taking turns telling their versions of the group’s compelling history in 26 chapters — before, during and after the arrival of Michael McDonald. It’s a delightful way to learn how little animosity there was between the various players as the band’s lineup shifted through the years.

“Joni Mitchell:  In Her Own Words,” as told to Malka Marom, 2014

In a different twist on autobiographical literature, Mitchell teamed up with long-time confidante/journalist Malka Marom on three occasions (1973, 1979, 2012) to do lengthy, detailed taped interviews, which have been transcribed in Q&A format, giving readers a great deal of insight into Mitchell’s creative process and her development as a consummate musician.  It was published before her debilitating aneurysm in 2015, withdrawal from the public eye and subsequent revival since 2022, but that’s not the focus here anyway. If you love Joni, or the art of songwriting, this one is a must.

“Play On:  Now, Then and Fleetwood Mac,” Mick Fleetwood, 2014

The drummer, founder and mainstay of Fleetwood Mac throughout its multi-colored history wrote an earlier memoir in 1991, and much of it is recapped here, but with substantial new sections covering the next 20 years.  There hasn’t been too much new to the band’s story since then, so this is about as complete a story as you’ll find of Fleetwood Mac’s various phases (the Peter Green blues years, the Bob Welch-led middle years, and the soap-opera-ish years with Lindsay Buckingham and Stevie Nicks).

“Wild Tales: A Rock & Roll Life,” Graham Nash, 2013

Always the most level-headed of the raging egos in Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young, Nash writes thoughtfully and with panache, and a candor that’s almost eyebrow-raising at times.  As a guy who broke into the business with The Hollies back in 1963 and is still active 62 years later, he has a million great anecdotes and stories to share about his songs, his relationships and his passions.  Check it out.

“Rod:  The Autobiography,” Rod Stewart, 2012

I am not much of a fan of Stewart, but he has played a huge role in rock music over his five-decade ride through rock’s headiest years, from obscure vocalist with the Jeff Beck Group in 1968 to interpreter of the Great American Songbook in the 2010s.  Rod’s memoirs openly admit he was a lucky SOB, but the book also spends an inordinate amount of time on the tabloid-ish blonde-women-he-took-to-bed stuff instead of his musical contributions.  Is it because the former outweighs the latter?

“Reckless:  My Life as a Pretender,” Chrissie Hynde, 2015

This is one badass woman, thriving and surviving as a lady rocker at a time when it was almost exclusively men’s terrain.  Her memoirs tell a sometimes harrowing story about growing up in hardscrabble Akron, Ohio, fleeing to London during the birth of punk, and emerging as a victorious pioneer of New Wave in the early ’80s.  No doubt about it — Hynde has moxie.

“Delta Lady: A Memoir,” Rita Coolidge, 2016

My wife met Coolidge at an industry gathering several years ago and was captivated by her spirit, her guile and her still-impressive artistry.  Many rock fans most likely have no clue how connected she was, professionally and personally, to so many pivotal people in the ’70s and ’80s, and consequently, her memoir makes for illuminating reading.

“Who I Am,” Pete Townshend, 2012

The leader of The Who tends to take himself quite seriously, perhaps too much so, and that makes his autobiography kind of exhausting to absorb.  We’ve always known Townshend is a great writer, having contributed numerous cogent commentaries to Rolling Stone over the years, so the high quality of the narrative here comes as no surprise. He reveals with brutal candor pretty much all we’ll ever need to know about The Who’s stormy journey and his life in and out of the band.

“Clapton:  The Autobiography,” Eric Clapton, 2007

A rock idol and guitarist extraordinaire, Clapton led a life full of difficulties, many of them self-inflicted, and his memoir spells it all out in wrenching detail, simultaneously exposing himself as a man who spent years mostly incapable of maintaining anything close to a healthy personal relationship.  Too bad such a fine singer/songwriter and master interpreter of blues music suffered so much in his personal life…but they say that’s what makes the blues so authentic. Clapton has continued to record and perform in the 18 years since this memoir was published, but it will still give you a solid look at his career.

“It’s a Long Story:  My Life,” Willie Nelson, 2015

His first memoirs were published in 1988, and since then his persona has only grown in stature and notoriety.  Consider the title of his 2012 book, “Roll Me Up and Smoke Me When I Die:  Musings From the Road,” which pays perhaps too much attention to his pro-weed stance at the expense of his sizable impact on country (and pop) music over the last 40+ years.  And he is STILL around adding to his legacy at age 92. This one is well worth your time, trust me.

“Sweet Judy Blue Eyes: My Life in Music,” by Judy Collins, 2011

Folk chanteuse Judy Collins took us all off guard when she used her memoir, “Sweet Judy Blue Eyes,” to confess a lifelong battle with alcoholism that tormented her personal relationships as well as her recording career.  Her message:  “You don’t have to be a rock and roller to have substance problems.”  Hers is a fascinating story of a journey through the early folk years into the mid-’70s period of hedonistic pursuits that ultimately took their toll on her.

“Fortunate Son: My Life, My Music,” John Fogerty, 2015

The man who wrote, produced, arranged, sang and played guitars and keyboards on virtually every song Creedence Clearwater Revival ever recorded was also naive and too trusting when it came to business, and it had a profoundly negative impact on his life and career. Fogerty clearly never got over the betrayal of former manager Saul Zaentz, resulting in memoirs that spend far more space on accusations and recriminations than on the brilliant music that is his true legacy. Still, it’s an absorbing study of the highs and lows of one of America’s top bands of the 1968-1972 period.

“Chronicles, Volume One,” Bob Dylan, 2004 

Always the mystery man, Dylan chose to focus this 300-page tome on only three disparate points in his lengthy career: 1961, as he released his debut album; 1970, around the time of “New Morning”; and 1989, the year of his “Oh Mercy” LP. Readers are left salivating for more, much more, but so far, he hasn’t followed through on his plans for Volume Two (or Three). It’s hard to criticize him for choosing to write, record and tour at age 84 instead of completing his memoirs, but I sure would love to read about the many chapters of his life he has thus far ignored.

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A few more titles you might want to explore:

“Secrets of a Sparrow,” Diana Ross, 1993

“Cash,” Johnny Cash, 1997

“Long Time Gone:  The Autobiography of David Crosby,” David Crosby, 1988

“I Me Mine,” George Harrison 1979/2017

“Heaven and Hell:  My Life in the Eagles,” Don Felder, 2007

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I can’t conclude this list without bashing a few titles that I found pretty much unreadable:

Aerosmith vocalist Steven Tyler appropriately titled his excruciating memoirs “Does the Noise in My Head Bother You?”  (Answer:  Damn right it does, Steve, when it consists of incoherent babblings, brash boasts and baffling non sequiturs.)  

David Lee Roth of Van Halen evidently vomited his mindless ramblings into a tape recorder, had it transcribed, and slapped a title on it:  “Crazy From the Heat.”  (You’ve got that right, Dave…)