Truth be told, I did not enjoy Dougal Butler's Keith Moon book this second time around. I had previously read it as a teenager, and I guess I appreciated the tome for what it was at the time: the only book about iconic rock and roll drummer from The Who, Keith Moon. Yet now, having since read Tony Fletcher's more detailed and comprehensive Keith Moon book, I now experience the re-read of "Full Moon: The Amazing Rock and Roll Life of Keith Moon" as something akin to a less-than, a work that only provides just a shade of the full story.
On the positive side, Peter "Dougal" Butler's ten years with Keith Moon as his assistant and best mate did provide some amusing anecdotes about the wild, rock and roll excess and impractical jokes devised and executed by Keith Moon. Through a constant overflow of alcohol and drugs, life with Keith Moon would usually involve extravagant nights of parties, pubs, hotels, flats and houses with scantily clad ladies and prostitutes, loud Beach Boys music, extravagant purchases, crashed cars, destroyed bars, and demolished hotel rooms. Fun, sex, laughter, pranks, more laughs, destruction, and do it all over again. Money was never an issue for Moonie, even when it was.
On the less than positive end, Dougal Butler does himself in. His storytelling style (co-written with mates Chris Trengrove and Peter Lawrence) was a chore to get through, what with the overwhelming amount of British slang to decipher (or not) coupled with the endless amount of stale and unfunny, unpleasant metaphors that make a most unwelcome appearance on practically every bloody page of "Full Moon: The Amazing Rock and Roll Life of Keith Moon." This should have been a fun read, yet for the most part it was not.
Style aside, too much of the book features Keith Moon at his worst. Perhaps the author thought his hazy anecdotes provides both the best and worst side of the great WHO drummer? Butler makes it clear that he loved Keith Moon, and there a few times in the book that Butler writes about the fun, funny, charming and generous side of the Moon, amazed at his gaul, his gumption, and his supreme survival skills.
However, for the most part, Dougal Butler graces the reader with Keith Moon tales of naked shenanigans in public restaurants, sexual depravity everywhere, rudeness, selfishness, skipping on the bill from eating establishments and hookers, violence and assault, reckless driving, self-destructive behavior, having too many laughs at other people's expense, verbally abusing men and women alike, an inappropriate amount of crying, an insane amount of spending, an unimaginable amount of destruction, and an unfathomable amount of waste.
Granted, all of these Moon tales might indeed be true. However, when three-quarters of "Full Moon: The Amazing Rock and Roll Life of Keith Moon" is just filled with the saucy, sordid shenanigans, it leaves the reader with an unhealthy and most disturbing feeling that perhaps Keith Moon was just some out of control, dangerous wild monster who should have been locked up or put down some time ago. In other words, it leans too heavily and too often on the whole "Moon the Loon" moniker, and not enough about the man, the human being, and the wonderfully talented musician.
Now, it is possible that the publisher of "Full Moon: The Amazing Rock and Roll Life of Keith Moon" was only interested in the naughty bits, and did not care a flying monkeys about the other sides of Keith Moon. Sure, an imprint needs to sell a few books, and it was to Dougal Butler's financial advantage to not hold back on any of the juicy material. Unfortunately, I would guess that Keith Moon himself would have been horrified by Dougal Butler's book, as it certainly does not present Moon in the best light.
Will have to place "Full Moon: The Amazing Rock and Roll Life of Keith Moon" in the "tell-all" category of books. Not that I think Dougal Butler had an axe to grind, I just think that the former Keith Moon assistant, mate, drinking partner, and life-enabler placed on paper a series of mad tales mixed with maudlin memories that were told in the least appealing way possible. The dense and dull metaphors mixed with Butler's other attempts at humor diluted what strength the book had. Keith Moon was funnier than than this book. Keith Moon was greater than this book. He deserved better.