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All the Rage: A Riotous Romp Through Rock & Roll History
A riotously funny, fiercely energetic romp, this no-holds-barred autobiography takes readers through the highs and lows of an extraordinary career, chronicling nearly four decades of dynamic music history. Written by an enthralling raconteur, the book covers the sixties' British R&B explosion and Mac's work with the Small Faces; the seventies' loose and boozy rave-ups of The Faces with Rod Stewart; the eighties, playing keyboards with Bonnie Raitt, Bob Dylan, and The Rolling Stones; and the nineties, tickling the ivories behind Melissa Etheridge, Bruce Springsteen, Buddy Guy, and Billy Bragg. In colorful descriptions of life on and off the road, including moving notes about the deaths of friends Ian Stewart, Steve Marriott, Keith Moon, and Ronnie Lane, McLagan sets a standard for compelling, behind-the-scenes storytelling that other musicians will be hard pressed to match.
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First published November 1, 1998
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January 31, 2020
Ian McLagan was my favorite member of The Small Faces because of his humor and enthusiasm, so when I found his autobiography I jumped for it. The central focus of the book was his time with The Faces, as it should be. The Faces were one of the most decadent bands of the Seventies and had the best war stories of his career.
While I didn't dislike his book I'm still giving it three stars because he didn't really devote a lot of time talking about the creation of all those legendary records he played on. I felt there was too much attention paid to the sex and drugs, and not enough R&R. Nevertheless...
I was sad to read that Keith Moon was a wife-beater but not surprised to read Rod Stewart was a huge flake and control freak. Anyway, Mac is up in heaven with his wife Kim and Steve and Ronnie, so maybe it's back to Happy Days Toytown for him. A loaner but not a keeper.
While I didn't dislike his book I'm still giving it three stars because he didn't really devote a lot of time talking about the creation of all those legendary records he played on. I felt there was too much attention paid to the sex and drugs, and not enough R&R. Nevertheless...
I was sad to read that Keith Moon was a wife-beater but not surprised to read Rod Stewart was a huge flake and control freak. Anyway, Mac is up in heaven with his wife Kim and Steve and Ronnie, so maybe it's back to Happy Days Toytown for him. A loaner but not a keeper.
September 26, 2019
I'm glad Ian McLagan lived long enough to tell his story. His journey from the Muleskinners to the Small Faces/Faces and on to the Rolling Stones and beyond has plenty of humor and insight along with the sex, drugs and rock-n-roll. Though he flirted with addictions he always managed to quit (cocaine, opium, crack, cigarettes) before the usual dire consequences kicked in. He kept on drinking though, as you do.
Though I've read plenty of books about the bands and musicians "Mac" played with, he manages to come up with some new stories or at least a new take on well-known ones. A great addition to the canon.
Though I've read plenty of books about the bands and musicians "Mac" played with, he manages to come up with some new stories or at least a new take on well-known ones. A great addition to the canon.
June 16, 2013
What a kick-ass book! Mac takes you on a ride through time, talking about all of the bands and people he has played with over the years! A lot of laughter, some tears, but overall, a wonderful ride through rock and roll!
I also got turned onto the Small Faces while reading this (anytime he would mention an album, like "Ogden's" , I would listen to it as I was reading. That, I think, really enhanced his story so much more. Very fast read, very enjoyable!
I also got turned onto the Small Faces while reading this (anytime he would mention an album, like "Ogden's" , I would listen to it as I was reading. That, I think, really enhanced his story so much more. Very fast read, very enjoyable!
June 24, 2019
I guess this is the third Britpop/music related book in a row. And it is amazing that I made it this long without knowing as much about the Small Faces as I do about say....the Beatles or the Stones, since I do kind of view them as being in almost the same league. It was certainly time to rectify the situation which is kind of the beauty of eReaders (instant gratification).
I am impressed that McLagan seems to have written this mostly on his own which is why it does not sound like an "as told to" biography in the way that Kenny Jones' bio did. [And unlike Kenny he also stayed awake for all the parties]. It's pretty clear that Mac, being on the slightly introverted scale, found Steve Marriott to be exhausting to be around as he never slept and was always the first to laugh at his own jokes (and this from someone who found Keith Moon's company to be enjoyable!)
Aside from the Small Faces and the Faces, McLagan played with almost everyone including the Rolling Stones. However the chapter that had me laughing out loud on the train was the one about touring Italy with Bob Dylan.
I guess I will take a break before I move onto a book on Ronnie Lane.
I am impressed that McLagan seems to have written this mostly on his own which is why it does not sound like an "as told to" biography in the way that Kenny Jones' bio did. [And unlike Kenny he also stayed awake for all the parties]. It's pretty clear that Mac, being on the slightly introverted scale, found Steve Marriott to be exhausting to be around as he never slept and was always the first to laugh at his own jokes (and this from someone who found Keith Moon's company to be enjoyable!)
Aside from the Small Faces and the Faces, McLagan played with almost everyone including the Rolling Stones. However the chapter that had me laughing out loud on the train was the one about touring Italy with Bob Dylan.
I guess I will take a break before I move onto a book on Ronnie Lane.
April 3, 2018
One of the best rock biographies I've ever read. None are particularly deep, but they can get repetitive and boring. Not so with this one. It's lively and interesting throughout. I met Mac a few times, shared a pint of Guinness with him, and he was one of those friendly, funny, down-to-earth people you feel like you've known all your life, when you just met. A natural storyteller. And that's how this story reads. Hard to find, I think, but highly recommended!
July 8, 2010
The Faces (and The Rolling Stones) really liked cocaine.
November 5, 2019
A must read if you were and still are a fan of the Small Faces. Mac's insight on touring with Dylan in 84 is worth the price of the book alone.
June 5, 2023
For a couple of years I played music with rock bands. For me, it was something to try, then let go of. I didn’t look back and regret what might have been, but retained a mild curiosity about what it was like to “make it” with music. One of my bandmates went further than the rest of us. He fulfilled our dreams, making a living playing his bass. We were good friends, so he told me all about his adventures on the road.
“After the fifth small town, I lost all idea where I was or who I was,” he said. “Everything we did wasn’t like me living my life, but just a movie on a screen. Usually after every show, girls were available. I never took one back to the hotel room because we all shared a double, but the other guys took girls and shagged them in the same room with three other guys and assorted others. The lights were on and the rest of us just shuffled around and talked as if nothing were happening. I couldn’t help but wonder what the girls got out of it.”
“My behavior became divorced from my will. I sat at a bar one night, and when the bartender turned his back, I grabbed the whiskey and poured another for myself. One morning I woke up in the cab of a tractor trailer. I didn’t know how I’d got there, whose truck it was, or what town I was in. Somehow—I really can’t tell you—I found the rest of the band. We fell into the van and pushed off to the next nowhere town.”
Ian McLagan interested me for two reasons:
1. His recording of Mystifies Me is the best, a world above Ronnie Wood’s recording, wherein he demonstrates his inability to hold a note.
2. He turned down an opportunity to make a great living with Grateful Dead because he wanted to play tuneful music.
And of course Ian made it BIG, recording chart-topping singles and touring with the Rolling Stones. Would his experience be fundamentally different from my friend’s? Yes and no. On the “yes” side, Ian received more of everything: more record sales, bigger crowds in bigger cities, more girls, more drugs.
On the “no” side, his music and his life playing it are recorded in an even stream of tedious nonsense. He writes clearly but there’s little structure, just one gig, one drink, one inhalation of cocaine after another, year after year. One uplifting interlude:
“Unlike the brightly lit ballrooms where we usually played and where the kids stood as close as possible to us, in the cinemas the audience was beyond the orchestra pit and seated in the dark. After a while we began to notice another difference to playing the ballrooms. Many of the young girls in the front rows, believing themselves to be in total darkness, had their hands inside their knickers, playing with themselves while we played. . . They had no idea we could see them masturbating. As the curtains parted each night, the first thing we’d notice was the smell of pussy wafting up at us from the audience as they writhed in their seats.”
How could Ian have put more beef in his book? Ask exactly why he and other English adolescent males hated their own cultural inheritance and sought to be reborn as African American bluesmen. Did they think the Americans exercised greater freedom of expression? Was the music simply cooler than English music? And why did this wave rise in the mid-twentieth century? What forces brough it to the surface?
Well none of that happened. I lost interest in Ian because he appears never to have grown up. I can’t respect a man who tolerates Keith Richards bouncing around a recording studio with a heroin needle dangling from his bottom, or Keith Moon destroying audio equipment and hotel rooms, oblivious to the pain he caused the working people who cleaned up after him. A grown man would not excuse this infantilism because of the two Keiths’ “musical genius.” Keith Richards has two modes on the guitar: Strumming rhythm, “ronka ronka ronka,” and lead solo, “twang twang twang.” That’s his full range, and to be fair, it’s all the music needs. Rock and roll is fun music, not ambitious or complicated music. It can be played well or poorly, and yes, it requires some dedication to get right, but let’s not start handing out Nobel prizes for “Honky Tonk Women.” When the Stones needed a keyboard player, their music did not require Vladimir Horowitz.
Farewell Ian, dead at age 69. You told me what I wanted to know, and you must have kept a journal, to recount so much detail. The era you performed in was indeed unique, and it’s good to have an inside view to remember it by.
“After the fifth small town, I lost all idea where I was or who I was,” he said. “Everything we did wasn’t like me living my life, but just a movie on a screen. Usually after every show, girls were available. I never took one back to the hotel room because we all shared a double, but the other guys took girls and shagged them in the same room with three other guys and assorted others. The lights were on and the rest of us just shuffled around and talked as if nothing were happening. I couldn’t help but wonder what the girls got out of it.”
“My behavior became divorced from my will. I sat at a bar one night, and when the bartender turned his back, I grabbed the whiskey and poured another for myself. One morning I woke up in the cab of a tractor trailer. I didn’t know how I’d got there, whose truck it was, or what town I was in. Somehow—I really can’t tell you—I found the rest of the band. We fell into the van and pushed off to the next nowhere town.”
Ian McLagan interested me for two reasons:
1. His recording of Mystifies Me is the best, a world above Ronnie Wood’s recording, wherein he demonstrates his inability to hold a note.
2. He turned down an opportunity to make a great living with Grateful Dead because he wanted to play tuneful music.
And of course Ian made it BIG, recording chart-topping singles and touring with the Rolling Stones. Would his experience be fundamentally different from my friend’s? Yes and no. On the “yes” side, Ian received more of everything: more record sales, bigger crowds in bigger cities, more girls, more drugs.
On the “no” side, his music and his life playing it are recorded in an even stream of tedious nonsense. He writes clearly but there’s little structure, just one gig, one drink, one inhalation of cocaine after another, year after year. One uplifting interlude:
“Unlike the brightly lit ballrooms where we usually played and where the kids stood as close as possible to us, in the cinemas the audience was beyond the orchestra pit and seated in the dark. After a while we began to notice another difference to playing the ballrooms. Many of the young girls in the front rows, believing themselves to be in total darkness, had their hands inside their knickers, playing with themselves while we played. . . They had no idea we could see them masturbating. As the curtains parted each night, the first thing we’d notice was the smell of pussy wafting up at us from the audience as they writhed in their seats.”
How could Ian have put more beef in his book? Ask exactly why he and other English adolescent males hated their own cultural inheritance and sought to be reborn as African American bluesmen. Did they think the Americans exercised greater freedom of expression? Was the music simply cooler than English music? And why did this wave rise in the mid-twentieth century? What forces brough it to the surface?
Well none of that happened. I lost interest in Ian because he appears never to have grown up. I can’t respect a man who tolerates Keith Richards bouncing around a recording studio with a heroin needle dangling from his bottom, or Keith Moon destroying audio equipment and hotel rooms, oblivious to the pain he caused the working people who cleaned up after him. A grown man would not excuse this infantilism because of the two Keiths’ “musical genius.” Keith Richards has two modes on the guitar: Strumming rhythm, “ronka ronka ronka,” and lead solo, “twang twang twang.” That’s his full range, and to be fair, it’s all the music needs. Rock and roll is fun music, not ambitious or complicated music. It can be played well or poorly, and yes, it requires some dedication to get right, but let’s not start handing out Nobel prizes for “Honky Tonk Women.” When the Stones needed a keyboard player, their music did not require Vladimir Horowitz.
Farewell Ian, dead at age 69. You told me what I wanted to know, and you must have kept a journal, to recount so much detail. The era you performed in was indeed unique, and it’s good to have an inside view to remember it by.
August 29, 2024
sex and drugs and ...
I have read a handful of Rock memoirs/bios and there is a standard arc to most: a bunch of lads get together to make music like their heroes and have some success and get screwed by their management and discover the joys and needs of partying all the time and then egos get in the way and then some make it big, a few make it bigger, and most don't make it at all. Mac was a member of the Faces and a working musician (keyboards) who played with the Stones and Dylan and Bonnie Raitt and a bunch of other folk. He credits his bandmate Rod Stewart for telling him to leave all the filth in. And lord but he does. Every groupie groped, drug done, and boozer blitzed. If one were to bowdlerize and remove all references to the above it would leave a very slim volume indeed. As it is, 'tis tedious for long stretches. Still, and however, ' it's only rock and roll (but I like it)'.
I have read a handful of Rock memoirs/bios and there is a standard arc to most: a bunch of lads get together to make music like their heroes and have some success and get screwed by their management and discover the joys and needs of partying all the time and then egos get in the way and then some make it big, a few make it bigger, and most don't make it at all. Mac was a member of the Faces and a working musician (keyboards) who played with the Stones and Dylan and Bonnie Raitt and a bunch of other folk. He credits his bandmate Rod Stewart for telling him to leave all the filth in. And lord but he does. Every groupie groped, drug done, and boozer blitzed. If one were to bowdlerize and remove all references to the above it would leave a very slim volume indeed. As it is, 'tis tedious for long stretches. Still, and however, ' it's only rock and roll (but I like it)'.
June 18, 2021
Everything you want in a rock autobiography
Mac has a breezy writing style to go with a lifetime of great stories. And he played and/or partied with 'em all. From backing greats like Howling Wolf and Little Walter to his own bands the Small Faces and the Faces, Ian proved himself to be one of the great rock keyboardists. So many other luminaries makes sometimes brief and sometimes extended appearances: the Rolling Stones, the Who, Rod Stewart, Bonnie Raitt, Bob Dylan, the Replacements, the Black Crowes... the list goes on and on. Terrific fun.
Mac has a breezy writing style to go with a lifetime of great stories. And he played and/or partied with 'em all. From backing greats like Howling Wolf and Little Walter to his own bands the Small Faces and the Faces, Ian proved himself to be one of the great rock keyboardists. So many other luminaries makes sometimes brief and sometimes extended appearances: the Rolling Stones, the Who, Rod Stewart, Bonnie Raitt, Bob Dylan, the Replacements, the Black Crowes... the list goes on and on. Terrific fun.
July 16, 2017
This was a good look into the life of "Mac", Ian McLagan, from his early days playing in local bands into being scooped up overnight by the Small Faces and the roller coaster ride it led too in his rock and roll life. It gives an inside look into the world of English rock stars in the 60's into the 90's including some of my favorites from the Faces, Who and the Stones.
I met Mac and hung out with him a couple of times in the 20-teens and I wish I had read this before I'd met him.
I met Mac and hung out with him a couple of times in the 20-teens and I wish I had read this before I'd met him.
August 24, 2017
Ian McLagan lived rock and roll from the sixties to the 2000s. A book full of priceless stories of the faces and small faces. As well as the stones and the who and many more.
November 26, 2018
great insight to the best musical era
no hidden agendas, no blame culture: a down to earth portrayal of sex drugs and sausage rolls. one of the best rock biography i have read
no hidden agendas, no blame culture: a down to earth portrayal of sex drugs and sausage rolls. one of the best rock biography i have read
March 17, 2019
Human life's in a small face...
Excellent insight into some of the best bands this lifetime has seen and heard.....thanks for the personal memories....yours and mine!
Excellent insight into some of the best bands this lifetime has seen and heard.....thanks for the personal memories....yours and mine!
June 30, 2025
Ian McLagan led quite an interesting life. This autobiography doesn't censor anything. A good read if you are a fan.
December 22, 2025
Between the pints, the brandy & the lines the reader is left wondering how any time was left for the music .Small wonder he complains about not getting paid.
October 1, 2016
Fun read, lots of inside stuff about some of rock's biggest names. This guy sure knew how to party! I wonder if his estate is worth millions now and if it is getting the royalties due.
April 11, 2016
I am sorry that I only got around to reading this book after the death of Ian, in the last few years he has been instrumental in keeping the music and memory of the Small Faces and Ronnie Lane in the public eye. I have always thought he must have been an interviewers dream as he was so eloquent, open and chatty. When he died the amount of fans that wrote tributes to him and mentioned that they had met him and how he always had time for them and always answered any e-mails and letters that they sent. It seemed that although he was a member of 2 great bands , the Small Faces and the Faces , lived the life of a pop star and all the trappings that went with it, he never forgot his roots, and perhaps because at the breakup of the Faces he then had to look for work as a jobbing musician, which he did by working with the Rolling Stones, Bob Dylan, Bonnie Rait , Billy Brag and his own band the Bump band, he knew how precarious the profession of “Pop star “ is.
The book is filled with stories about life in the sixties, how the Small Faces got together and what life was like in the 60’s as a Mod band, how they got ripped off and ended up broke, what happened when Steve Marriott decided to leave the Small Faces. The appearance of Rod Stewart, Ronnie Wood, the birth of the Faces. Life seemed to be one big party of drugs, drink and sex, when the Faces were around. The stories he tells are really funny and I could actually hear his voice narrating these tales, he doesn’t mince his words and tells it like it was but in a humorous way , his description of “ Romany Ron” and “ scruffy Steve “ ( Steve Marriot and Ronnie Lane in their later years ! ) Made me laugh. He then goes to the breakup of the Faces and stories of all the bands he later works with. One of the saddest things was that he married Kim Moon (ex of the infamous Keith), and his love for her shines through the later part of the book. (She was his second wife) and she was mentioned a lot, sadly after 30 years of marriage she was killed in a car crash, a few years after this book was published, it must have been so hard for him to get up and start to play and tour again. After reading this book you realise what a loss to the music business the death of Ian McLagan was .
The book is filled with stories about life in the sixties, how the Small Faces got together and what life was like in the 60’s as a Mod band, how they got ripped off and ended up broke, what happened when Steve Marriott decided to leave the Small Faces. The appearance of Rod Stewart, Ronnie Wood, the birth of the Faces. Life seemed to be one big party of drugs, drink and sex, when the Faces were around. The stories he tells are really funny and I could actually hear his voice narrating these tales, he doesn’t mince his words and tells it like it was but in a humorous way , his description of “ Romany Ron” and “ scruffy Steve “ ( Steve Marriot and Ronnie Lane in their later years ! ) Made me laugh. He then goes to the breakup of the Faces and stories of all the bands he later works with. One of the saddest things was that he married Kim Moon (ex of the infamous Keith), and his love for her shines through the later part of the book. (She was his second wife) and she was mentioned a lot, sadly after 30 years of marriage she was killed in a car crash, a few years after this book was published, it must have been so hard for him to get up and start to play and tour again. After reading this book you realise what a loss to the music business the death of Ian McLagan was .
July 11, 2024
Well, I really enjoyed this. I went into the book knowing literally nothing about Ian "Mac" McLagan. And I only knew of Small Faces and Faces - I was completely unfamiliar with their music. I think I only decided to read it because I'm running out of musician biography ebooks. But I came out of the book wanting to hear all the songs and albums Mac talked about, and having a great respect for his contribution to music.
I loved the honesty of his account. Little is spared; we get the good, bad and ugly. He doesn't shy away from writing about all the crazy stuff he got up to with his bandmates, or the (copious amount) of drugs that he did. And he really lets you know what he thought of the guys he worked with. He didn't seem to be particularly fond of Steve Marriott or Rod Stewart. That's not to say he's only critical of others - like I said, he's very honest, and that includes how he views himself and his past actions.
It seemed like Mac basically made it overnight. He did his time playing in smaller bands, but one day was called up to take the place of Small Faces' keyboardist who had been fired. And that was it. Small Faces, Faces, Bonnie Raitt, The Rolling Stones (he played on one of my favourite Stones' songs "Miss You"), The New Barbarians, Bob Dylan and other artists and bands along the way.
For a guy that I had never heard of before coming across this book, I was so taken in by his story. And of course, I was quite sad when I finished the book because Mac is no longer with us. All the Rage probably isn't the most popular or well-known autobiography, but don't miss out on it - it's a great book with lots of laughs and heartfelt stories.
I loved the honesty of his account. Little is spared; we get the good, bad and ugly. He doesn't shy away from writing about all the crazy stuff he got up to with his bandmates, or the (copious amount) of drugs that he did. And he really lets you know what he thought of the guys he worked with. He didn't seem to be particularly fond of Steve Marriott or Rod Stewart. That's not to say he's only critical of others - like I said, he's very honest, and that includes how he views himself and his past actions.
It seemed like Mac basically made it overnight. He did his time playing in smaller bands, but one day was called up to take the place of Small Faces' keyboardist who had been fired. And that was it. Small Faces, Faces, Bonnie Raitt, The Rolling Stones (he played on one of my favourite Stones' songs "Miss You"), The New Barbarians, Bob Dylan and other artists and bands along the way.
For a guy that I had never heard of before coming across this book, I was so taken in by his story. And of course, I was quite sad when I finished the book because Mac is no longer with us. All the Rage probably isn't the most popular or well-known autobiography, but don't miss out on it - it's a great book with lots of laughs and heartfelt stories.
January 5, 2015
Don't read these pages just for the stories, the people he's known. Do read it for his voice, his laugh between the sentences. Do read the book. Good luck finding it!
First heard his voice on NPR during a Faces' compilation CD release. Honestly, who wants to hear from the piano player who can't sing all that well? Turns out, he was the one listening and told the best stories. And they're great stories. Especially when he turns down the Grateful Dead.
Was so lucky to take my 9-year-old to see him plan an all-ages show for, what, 100 people? Thanks, Ian. Thanks for the tales.
First heard his voice on NPR during a Faces' compilation CD release. Honestly, who wants to hear from the piano player who can't sing all that well? Turns out, he was the one listening and told the best stories. And they're great stories. Especially when he turns down the Grateful Dead.
Was so lucky to take my 9-year-old to see him plan an all-ages show for, what, 100 people? Thanks, Ian. Thanks for the tales.
April 25, 2015
I wasn't aware that this book existed until Mac passed away last year. Though it's your usual rock & roll recounting of drugs, drinking and debauchery, there are an awful lot of good stories about the time he's spent with rock & roll royalty including the Small Faces, Faces, Rolling Stones, Bonnie Raitt... I live in Austin where Mac spent the last part of his life and you'd see him out and about. He always seemed in good humor and people spoke very kindly of him at a remembrance at SXSW in 2015. That sense of a good, fun loving guy comes through in this book. RIP Mac!
February 29, 2008
I read this book immediately after reading Levon Helm's "This Wheel's on Fire", and it amazing how similar the tone and humor are in these two books- especially consider one is from Marvell, Arkansas and the other from Middlesex, England. Literally laugh out loud funny moments, and great stories behind the Faces, Stones, etc. I literally finished the book and decided I wanted to be a keyboard player for the Faces when I grow up.
July 1, 2016
Those were the Daze
Heard about this book after Mac's passing a couple years back. Written with heart, written with love for the life he lived and his mates.
Tells not all, but enough to confirm the long held suspicion that The Faces had as much fun as anyone in rock and roll.
In the telling, it reveals that no one, through thick and thin, might of had more fun than Ian McLagan.
Great rock and roll reading-Enjoy!
Heard about this book after Mac's passing a couple years back. Written with heart, written with love for the life he lived and his mates.
Tells not all, but enough to confirm the long held suspicion that The Faces had as much fun as anyone in rock and roll.
In the telling, it reveals that no one, through thick and thin, might of had more fun than Ian McLagan.
Great rock and roll reading-Enjoy!
September 14, 2015
All the Rage isn't much more than a series of anecdotes, but McLagan vividly captures what it was like to be in a pop band in Sixties England and in a rock band in the Seventies, with the generous sense of humor and acceptance of human weakness that one would expect from a member of the Small Faces and Faces.
December 13, 2007
Great read, and account of what it was like playing organ with Small Faces in swinging London touring with The Faces,The Stones, and surviving an addiction to freebase cocaine.All told in a humorous easy going way.
January 5, 2013
Well written and just as much fun as you'd imagine spending a few days with the legendary Mac of Small Faces, Faces, Stones, Bob Dylan and Bonnie Raitt fame would be. He pulls no punches, spares no one and really knows how to tell a tale.
March 6, 2013
Totally inhaled this book in a matter of days. No Ego fuel and certainly no boring facts of I did this, I did that, I shagged so and so.
Ian is a great. A great person and a humble and great musician.
An excellent emotional journey.
Ian is a great. A great person and a humble and great musician.
An excellent emotional journey.
January 28, 2015
As a big fan of the Small Faces, I was saddened at the death of Mac and felt I should pay homage by reading this book. Good in parts, but I have to say that I did get bored with the endless accounts of drinks and drugs.
January 14, 2013
Had set this one aside for awhile. Was a good read about life in rock & roll! Did finish in January 2013!
October 18, 2010
In the 1960s everyone who was anyone was named Keith, Mick, Mac, or Woody. Sometimes Kenny. It made it tricky to keep everyone straight.
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