Ted Kessler has written a love letter to both music and writing in his inspiring, laugh-out-loud, anecdotal, and moving autobiography. I'd just come off the back of James Brown's rather brilliant life story, "Animal House," and, gawd bless algorithms, this was recommended by some AI somewhere that will eventually take all our jobs and destroy the planet.
However, in this case the AI was spot on, as this eclipses James' book. Different lives, different guys I suppose.
Kessler's life is page-turning (I'm sure he wouldn't describe it as such, though) even without the music angle, but with it, this book is a must-read for anyone who grew up in the '80s and '90s and wants to go on a vicarious ride into the mad heart of the music business. Ted was also there as bean counters and BS merchants destroyed the much-loved Q magazine, and his descriptions of the corporate profit-chasing blindness that led to Q's demise should make you as angry as he was.
The final chapter is perhaps the best, however, and really should be given as a lesson in schools on how to get into writing (to cut to the chase; do what you love, but said so much better). This chapter alone really should be a compulsory course for anyone wishing to write. Then there is the final paragraph. Oh, that final paragraph; it brought tears to my wife and I's eyes, and is right up there with the final paragraph of Shawn Levy's sublime 60s analysis, "Ready Steady Go." Ted, I hope you read this review, because I want you to know you've written one of the best autobiographies I have ever read. Please keep writing. I know you will.