Today, whilst attending the Summer Opening Ceremonies, Streams founder Andrew James both gifted me his newest published work and tried to murder me with crustaceans.
So, net win, I guess?
Regardless of those conflicting signals, I plowed through the book in one afternoon.
Part memoir, part kick in the arse, the book reads like a Charlie Kelly red-thread board, chronicling how an idea led to a choice, that led to a calling, that led to a legacy.
I particularly enjoyed the personal anecdotes – The J.A.M. (so cringe), performing at The Apollo, and the creation of Streams – the Calls to Action, and the section written by his wife, Renaissance Woman Juli-Ann.
My only criticism is the glaring lack of double spacing after periods. Don’t pretend you’re younger than me, Andrew.