Truth be told, I didn't know what to expect from this book. But I had read Long's "Shot of Poison," and began my spiritual journey in the spring of 2011, so I was definitely curious.
This book reads like a VH1 episode of Behind the Music: Childhood dreams, hard work, self-destruction, phoenix rising from the ashes. It's a good format, and a good method. What makes it even more entertaining is that he uses phrases from songs as his section titles. Somewhere along the way, you start keeping count of how many songs or bands you can correctly name. I gave myself bonus points for correctly naming the album and track number.
Early in the book, Long seems to rely on dropping names. I know more about Brad Pitt from reading this book than I would ever know from watching Entertainment Tonight...assuming that I could ever force myself to watch the gossipy dreck known as Entertainment Tonight. And for that reason, out of the total eight days it took me to read this book six of those were spent getting through the first third of this book.
But somewhere right before the half-way point, he stops telling the stories of other people, and he starts getting real about himself, and that's where this book starts ringing true. It's when we start learning about his hard-core addiction to Starbucks, and his feelings for his family that we know the change is coming.
For me, that was enough to propel me through the last half of the book in two days. Part of what helped do that, though is that Long's life truly harmonizes with my own in many ways. I read the part about Brad Pitt just days after I watched a really bad movie he starred in. Long talked about the band Green Jello (or Green Jelly, to avoid lawsuits), while only a few weeks ago, I played Green Jello's "Three Little Pigs" video for my 8-year-old son.
On the night I read about the illness Long's mother endured, I read on Facebook about someone else suffering the same illness...an illness I had never heard of until that very night.
Long worked for Poison. My brother and I have seen Poison in concert 19 times, and know their predictable between-song banter and never-changing set list by heart...and we still fork out money to go. Long sold a lot of his rock memorabilia. If he sold any Poison stuff, my brother probably owns it now.
Long began attending a church that sounds strangely like the one I now attend. We have both found many new Christian bands that break the mold of predictable sterile lyrics. And we both share a similar view of religion and Christianity. Harmony...it's a really, really cool feeling.
In the last 30 pages of this book, Long makes himself vulnerable. He lets everyone see exactly who he is, what he stands for, and (gasp) he even names his weakness. He doesn't have all of the answers, and he doesn't pretend that he does. What he does have is a story. It's one I relate to...very, very closely.
If you have a penchant for 80s rock, if you have ever been (or dreamed of being) in a garage band, if you have ever experienced a crushing blow, a spiritual awakening, and/or a life-altering change of heart, and if you can identify half of the section headers in this book, reading Christopher Long's story may make you feel like you are looking at yourself in the mirror.