My brother - a funny guy who loves music as much as I do - has always referred to October as, yes, Rocktober. In his honor, I urge you to check out some of my favorite books about and by musicians:
If you like Elvis (or good writing and a great story), read Last Train to Memphis: The Rise of Elvis Presley ... http://www.amazon.com/Last-Train-Memphis-Elvis-Presley/dp/0316332259/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1351545381&sr=1-1&keywords=last+train+to+memphis
And for the end of the story, Careless Love: The Unmaking of Elvis Presley: http://www.amazon.com/Careless-Love-Unmaking-Elvis-Presley/dp/0316332976
Also very good, Keith Richards' autobiography Life: http://www.amazon.com/Careless-Love-Unmaking-Elvis-Presley/dp/0316332976
Part elegy, part love poem, part memoir ... Just Kids by Patti Smith (Never heard of her? Well, hear this!!!): http://www.amazon.com/Just-Kids-Patti-Smith/dp/0060936223/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1351546052&sr=1-1&keywords=patti+smith
Haven't read it, but I'm a huge fan so I will someday: The John Lennon Letters ... http://www.amazon.com/John-Lennon-Letters/dp/0316200808/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1351546493&sr=1-1&keywords=john+lennon
Monday, October 29, 2012
A History of the World in 100 Objects
Check out a new object every day: http://www.bbc.co.uk/ahistoryoftheworld/about/british-museum-objects/
(You can even listen, if you must).
(You can even listen, if you must).
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
I mean really ...
doesn't the following sentence ignite a burning desire to read Born to Run: A Hidden Tribe, Superathletes, and the Greatest Race the World Has Ever Seen?
"Some said Caballo Blanco was a fugitive; others heard he was a boxer who'd run off to punish himself after beating a man to death in the ring. No one knew his name, or age, or where he was from. He was like some Old West gunslinger whose only traces were tall tales and a whiff of cigarillo smoke."
"Some said Caballo Blanco was a fugitive; others heard he was a boxer who'd run off to punish himself after beating a man to death in the ring. No one knew his name, or age, or where he was from. He was like some Old West gunslinger whose only traces were tall tales and a whiff of cigarillo smoke."
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