I'm not much of a biography or autobiography reader, but I've been a fan of Mr. Dolby's since buying THE GOLDEN AGE OF WIRELESS as a young man so when I saw that this book existed I knew I was going to have to give it a read.
Who would be interested in this book? Well, obviously, fans of Thomas Dolby of course, and I'd also add to that fans of 80's British synthpop in general. Those with an interest in the backdoor machinations of the music industry as well. Those with an interest in the early years of Silicon Valley start-ups, internet tech, and the bust of the dot.com bubble will also find much of interest here from its personal, insider perspective.
This book is interesting for a number of reasons. It's rare that a "one hit wonder" musician (although that's purely an American bias - Dolby had a number of other charting songs in the U.K. & Europe) has such an involved background in music production, synth tech and audio engineering at the time of his "charting career", so while there's the requisite background details (family life, school, friends. etc.) the book doesn't dwell on them to pad out the length of a memoir by an artistic individual who only had one hit. As it turns out, due to his enthusiasm, tech and music skills, Thomas Dolby had quite a career behind the scenes, working with/for or interacting with a wide array of talents (Prefab Sprout, Michael Jackson, George Clinton, George Lucas, Whodini, Lene Lovich, Andy Partridge, Joni Mitchell, Quincy Jones, David Bowie, Stevie Wonder, etc.) and accrued a lot of friendships and contacts in the music world. So that's the first part of the book - held together by the rise and fall of Thomas Dolby, "Musician Boy Scientist". And for fans of his music this is an interesting read, especially the parts where he delves into the rather seamy/dubious underbelly of the music business (if you've always considered THE FLAT EARTH a solid second album and wondered why it tanked, or why "Hyperactive" from that album, climbing the charts, suddenly dropped out of sight like a stone, well Dolby does a good job laying out the reasons here - involving investigations of payola leading to labels abruptly severing ties with a network of radio insiders, who then retaliated, and EMI/Capitol's decision to play hardball with MTV over video production costs, a fight which they lost). So you go from "Dolby as (seemingly) overnight sensation" to "Dolby as fading star/behind the scene tech boffin" pretty smoothly, with some nice snapshots along the way: Michael Jackson as "kind but driven" superstar, an unfruitful collaboration with Joni Mitchell, David Bowie as frightened flyer, our boy being sued by Dolby Labs (because seemingly a noise-reduction process could be confused with a pop music album!) the over-complicated production of HOWARD THE DUCK and how Dolby's car at that time is now ensconced at Skywalker Ranch, beaten and destroyed for metallic sound effects recordings, after he abandoned it there.
From there, we move onto his burgeoning audio tech company Beatnik which ends up being a passion and a frustration for the man as it maneuvers the thorny, high-stakes world of internet start-ups and wealthy, impulsive investors. This part is interesting for non-musical reasons, as its never so tech-heavy that you can't follow the basic thread, and the whole time sounds endlessly frustrating and random. But that randomness pays off as Beatnik, succeeding and floundering again and again, eventually accidentally creates the backdoor by which huge profits are made for the man. If you've ever wanted to know who to blame for the early, tinny ringtones on cellphones - as well as for the breakthrough by which you could automatically download new and old hit songs as your ringtones - well, blame and praise Thomas Dolby, boy-scientist musician. And peppered throughout are charming and interesting anecdotes - fishing with George Clinton, backstage with Bootsy Collins, a run-in with Don Henley's stalker lookalike.
I thoroughly enjoyed this book. Thomas Dolby strikes me as a passionate, artistic guy who also has the kind of upright moral and aesthetic instincts that may have doomed him in a long-term music career. He is also charming and humorous about laying out his failings, culpability in his own problems, or just relating anecdotes that reflect on himself as a fallible human being. All in all a pleasant read. Now if only the Mael Brothers would write one....