How to survive a wild childhood, or not
The story of Baxter Dury's upbringing in a rock & roll world should be a cautionary tale for any musician also considering becoming a parent: don't.
Being the son of Ian Dury would be a challenge for anyone. Luckily, Baxter is made of stern stuff, has survived and is doing very well. Yes, that is part of a Ian Dury song.
1976 and all that was part of my growing up. The anarchy and no-sleep-till-Hammersmith style of the era comes across with sometimes painful accuracy - work on a Monday morning, after three nights/days on the lash, if I turned up, must have been a sight for sore eyes.
Ian Dury himself comes across as a total mess, not necessarily in a good way. And yet. Ian was so completely focused on his music/performance that the rest of his life, lovers, and son seem to have been things he sort of bumped into incidentally, along the way.
Nevertheless, Baxter clearly loved his dad which is a triumph on Baxter's part, frankly.
This book is a twitchy snapshot, from the inside, of the madness of punk/new wave, though not much about the music. Have it.