Let me confess something: I've read this book so many times my copy is practically falling apart, and I'd still pick it up tomorrow if I needed a trip down musical memory lane.
Linda's journey from girlfriend-of-David to music journalist living her best life in 1979 London is basically every music lover's daydream. Getting hired because you can write passionately about ten songs that changed your life? Getting free albums and concert tickets? Living in a rathole flat but feeling like royalty because you're in the thick of the music scene? Sign me up for this fantasy!
Adams resurrects the late 70s London music scene with such vivid detail that you can practically smell the cigarette smoke and hear the feedback from badly tuned guitars. The way she captures the early punk energy, the DIY aesthetic, the beautiful chaos of a music scene in constant motion—it's intoxicating. I've discovered more bands through throwaway references in this book than music magazines.
This book is packed with the kind of ridiculous moments that make life interesting. The magazine office chaos, the pretentious music journalists, the bizarre interview situations, Linda's attempts to navigate London's music venues while maintaining some semblance of professionalism—it's all wonderfully, authentically absurd.
Has this book won any Literary Prizes? Absolutely not. Does it matter? Absolutely not. Jessica Adams has created something special here—a novel that reminds you why you fell in love with music in the first place.