Shots

by Don Walker

From the legendary songwriter of Cold Chisel... This extraordinary memoir begins with Don Walker's early life in rural Australia and goes up to the late '80s. In mesmerising prose, Walker evokes childhood and youth, wild times in the '70s, life on the road and in Kings Cross, music-making and much more. Shots is a stunningly original book, a set of word pictures - shots - that conjure up the lowlife and backroads of Australia. Don Walker is one of Australia's leading songwriters - first with Cold Chisel and now as a solo performer and with Tex, Don & Charlie. This is his first book.

Genres: Music, Biography, Nonfiction, Memoir, Australia

208 pages, Paperback

First published January 1, 2009

About the author

Don Walker is one of Australia's leading songwriters - first with Cold Chisel and now as a solo performer and with Tex, Don & Charlie.

Reviews

[Luke · Rating 5 out of 5]

Laconic and dry. That's probably the write-up you've got in mind for Shots, songwriter Don Walker's first book. And you're probably not all that far wrong. But that reductionism is a disservice: The book is dry, with one economical eye on the door, but there's a lot more going on.

The book is an autobiography, more or less, but it's not a lot like that of his on-again off-again bandmate Tex Perkins, say. It's a collection of images gathered together under the names of places that exist, or are a state of mind - Home, Carr's Creek, Kings Cross, The Road, Paris and so on - but they flit, moment to moment.

You won't get a lot of factual information unless it refers to the road, or to place names, to the whir of changing postcodes as wheels rip by. Names and dates are ephemera, forgotten, while it's the stuff you wouldn't normally countenance - the way light plays across a shitty hotel window, the cost of a grim tea as commuters pass, the increasing knowledge that you're stuffed which suffuses the body as a cheque fails to turn up and you're stuck cashless - that takes the central role.

You will learn stuff about Walker, though. I had no idea he had been a bit of a physics gun, say, that before Cold Chisel he'd modelled airflows for bomber pods. But then, the stuff we already know - the rise of that band to a thing of Southern Cross tatt-level fetishism, a sort of rocket fuel-soaked penates for the ANZAC spirit - is let lie. Sure, there's stuff about the band in there, but it's not glorified: it's shit sets and siphoning fuel, because the awards and the success, well you already know all that.

I assume the title refers to the photographic moment - the snapshot, something selectively caught to emulsion and processed, rather than the continual stream of images on every bloody phone - because each moment is considered, composed. There's a greater narrative we only see a frame of, and that's fine, because like his songs, these moments aren't just meant for us: they're meant for the places and people they document. We're voyeurs, conducted into the smoked-glass vestibule by a dry wit with good taste in shoes.

(Yeah, there's undoubtedly a narcotic connotation at work here too - but fuck, junk isn't as composed as these moments.)

Shots is a great book, because it's unsentimental about the past and about what people do. There's drugs, addiction, struggles with government departments over the future of a child. There's hard graft, free rides and momentary escape. It's nothing if not real, and reminds you that yes, Walker's lyricism is really pretty fucking great. I had no expectations going into the thing, but I can say the quality is hardly a surprise - more a reminder how good he is.

The nearest thing I can liken the book to is to the way, pre-GPS, you'd hit the road with a plan of how to get somewhere. Maybe with a Gregory's in the passenger seat. But at some point on the journey, though you knew your destination, there'd be that moment of elation or panic (depending on your demeanour) when you realised that you only had an idea of how to get there, a vague impression. That the reality was still ahead, black tarmac you hadn't covered yet.

Shots is full of that expectation, that quest to get around the next corner and see what the fuck's going on. And maybe find a good SF novel and a cuppa in the process.

(Now, go buy some fuckin' albums.)

[Jeff Smith · Rating 5 out of 5]

Writing style threw me at first but I soon got into the headspace and went with the flow.. So many snippets of a life not many of us get even a sniff of, great imagery, wild times in a rough and tough music world, faded a bit towards the end but guess you just have to pullover somewhere and refuel the best way you can..
Loved the local geographical references, the countless road trips and his love of an endless highway.. second time read for me, Walkers a survivor, waiting now for the new sequel called 'Songs'.. who knew what lasting memories would linger from a boring laundromat in the burbs of Balranald.. Aussie classic

[Jimmy Jones · Rating 4 out of 5]

Series of tripped out anecdotes. Damn this is a weird book. Calling it a memoir is a disservice. Seems to somehow sum up a moment time despite or maybe because of its unsettling narration

[Broderick · Rating 4 out of 5]

I love it when you randomly remember books that you read many years ago. Not only because it adds to your tally of read books, but because you can relive the pleasure of reading it back then. This book is a must-read for any Cold Chisel fans, or anyone with an interest in the Australian music industry. Don Walker's stories of life on the road, and the struggles of trying to make it in the music business are an important part of Australian history.

[Martin Ramsay · Rating 4 out of 5]

The events described in this memoir are sharply drawn but key moments are often obliquely referenced or insinuated rather than spelled out. Geographical shifts reflect the change that n circumstance as Don negotiated his way through adolescence and his early educational achievements before ultimately choosing a career in music where Don seems to have been the chief negotiator dealing with a series of managers promising the world but delivering little. Few full names are given except for Swanee, Ian Moss, Billy Rowe, Jimmy Little, Paul Hewson, Louise Tillet and a handful of others. But there are lots of stories about drugs and sex and a life on the Cross that sounds little changed since Billy Thorpe penned his own reminiscences about living in the Cross in the 1960s.

There are escapades in the Philippines and trips to China and Japan. Don has a negative outlook on Japan that seems quite fixed. This is Don travelling ‘germ free first class’ on Japan Airlines:

“… translucent food from the sea served by sterilised Android comfort women in surgical masks, no odour as the air-con and turbo-fans whisper us into Narita.” (163)

Don then tells the story of his uncle in Changi and the Burma railway where he was forced to kneel:

“… the exquisite frond of oriental steel, the wet thonk so easily through bone and ligament severing the moment forever from a country farm and mother and the long years in the sun and his children and their children in that moment gone…” (164)

Don’s conclusion?

“Don’t talk to me about civilisation, bar to say we live in a feudal world and man is a feudal creature and all this exquisite butchery from the elegant slit cut below the nose of the seventeenth-century Catholic missionaries crucified upside down to the modern-day tattooed then flayed human hides will within my lifetime prevail over the fleeting tissue of warped and impossible ideas we kid ourselves with in Greater Europe.” (164)

And then there are the moments of utter madness like when he describes sitting in the laundromat:

“You think it’s boring going in there once a week and waiting, how bad is it for the machines chained there day and night? We saw an escaped one once hitchhiking by the side of the road north of Nambour but we didn’t slow down. These roving bands of rogue washing machines roam the badlands outa control, breeding and shuddering through the scrub, sometimes sending a decoy out on the highway in ambush, if you stop they kidnap you off into the mulga and just wash the fuck out of you, don’t be fooled by appearances, those wild washing machines they can move surprisingly fast.” (138)

This story explains perhaps the spaced out look on Don’s face on the front cover?

[Bertis · Rating 4 out of 5]

I really enjoyed this spare little gem.

As the title suggests, Walker forgoes linear narrative - the standard "I was born, then this happened..." approach of most music memoirs.

In this way, it is similar to Dylan's Chronicles and both are more interesting for it.

Standout line: "...the pressed flower eccentricity of faculty personalities."

Also, thanks for reminding me of all those used book and record shops down the shady end of Pitt St Sydney

[Will · Rating 5 out of 5]

Probably my favorite songwriter, Don Walker writes his autobiography like his songs - a way with words but brief and to the point. Won't get much about his days with Cold Chisel, it's primarily about his interactions with all sorts of people he encountered throughout his life, including his daughter who he battled for custody from her mother early in her life.

[Dorian Jones · Rating 3 out of 5]

Not your typical memoir, Shots is written in a very loose poetic style giving glimpses into Don Walker’s life.

If you’re expecting Cold Chisel anecdotes you won’t find them, but perhaps some of the stories behind the songs will reveal themselves to you if you are very familiar with the songs and able to read between the lines of the memoir.

Much of it is somewhat coded and cryptic.

[Rachael McDiarmid · Rating 1 out of 5]

I couldn’t get into the writing style. As much as I wanted to love it, I couldn’t understand it. It was unreadable for me and I’m just sad about that because he’s a very talented man.

[Kris McCracken · Rating 3 out of 5]

In clipped prose, Walker conjures up an autobiography quite unlike the norm. More a series of snapshots with a chronological thread, it traces his early life in rural Australia to his time in the Australian music scene. Life in the bush, a crack at uni, boredom in the public service and a struggling muso stuck in Adelaide. The gap – much to the dismay of some readers – is the period of success. I’m happy to take Walker’s word that we’d be bored by that.

That said, there’s enough wild times on the road, sex, drugs and rock ‘n roll and hard-living Kings Cross if that’s what you are after. The vignettes are all evoked in a pared-back but creative and captivating manner.

I enjoyed it, you might enjoy it too. Highly recommended.

[Jesse Coulter · Rating 4 out of 5]

Don Walker is one of the country’s finest storytellers, a man who manages to evoke the stories of Australia and Australians with great life, balance and empathy. His memoir is different to any other I’ve read in that it is not told in the standard linear fashion of most bios; born here, went there, did this, here’s a funny story, etc. Rather, it is a collection of personal thoughts and recollections, captured as brief vignettes painted with poetry and the driest of humour. He tells his life as if it were one of his songs. By turns beautiful, dark, violent and hilarious, instead of merely getting the plot of Walker’s life, I felt you really get the story.

[bigmuzz]

finally tracked down this book, been looking to read it since hearing it had come out... took me a while to get into it and adjust to his style, but once in it was an interesting ride. after awhile i started to enjoy his rambling poetry style of writing, and the stories and experiences scraping money together in the early years of touring and living out of shitty hotels were very interesting and eye opening. great songwriter, great storyteller.

[Steve Coates · Rating 4 out of 5]

World-weary memoir from a man way too smart for the legacy most associate him with. Reflections on small-town upbringing (around the coast and ranges of northern NSW if you know this part of the world), slogging it out on the road, urban ennui. Some sparkling moments of beauty and insight in the stream of consciousness ebb and flow.

[Hugh · Rating 5 out of 5]

on the 2nd read I wasn’t as awed by this as the first time. it does slow down and lose focus toward the end, and parts of it are narratively baffling. but the writing is brilliant and it makes me cry like every 5 pages with its sheer evocative power so still a 4.5. would highly recommend even if you do not care about rock n roll - just brilliant Australian memoir.

[Danielle · Rating 4 out of 5]

A fantastic read. Beautiful, evocative and poetic language. It really was like drinking a lot of shots, but I found myself wanting more. A taste wasn't enough in some ways...

[Brendan · Rating 5 out of 5]

Magic book. Have bought 3 copies and read on two continents. Just like his songs Don's prose is lean and muscular but oh so evocative.

[Bret Polok · Rating 4 out of 5]

a quirky small book of short stories, a memoir, by Cold Chisel songwriter and cult hero Don Walker, he who wrote most of their classic songs...

[Simon Sweetman · Rating 4 out of 5]

An amazing set of word-images, great writing - as you'd expect from such a sharp and great storyteller.

[Geoffrey Irvin · Rating 4 out of 5]

Australia has a beat Poet, and he is Don Walker. Poetic and fluid mental flow of the life of a rock and roll songwriter. Unpretentious, humane and very readable. Recommended.