Fiction. Voith's book is a collection of stories which opens in Pennsylvania at a Beatles concert in 1960-something and ends with a cross-country trip to the optimism of the second gold rush in California. A collection of tiny rock shows and rare records, best friend's funerals, skipped classes, girlfriends dumping their boys and imaginary superhero friends, this loose narrative style takes readers to familiar roadside stops, down dreary university hallways into dirty rock and roll clubs, and through the hearts of relationships doomed or otherwise broken, but lovely. Voith lives in Seattle, Washington, where he works booking tours across America for dysfunctional rock and roll bands.
I think about this book often. I must have given it away years ago. I bought it, as I recall, directly from the Author at a Pedro the Lion show. What I love about it is the pacing and how it describes a feeling so vividly without taking you on a crazy trip. You sit with the feeling. It gets projected at you from different angles. and then you're done. I should grab another copy and relive that moment.
One line will always lie in me with this books, "We thought our music was the greatest in the world and everyone else was missing out." That was my youth.