The most generic rock & rock memoir ever. Both Tom Johnston and Pat Simmons seem to be nice guys who have nothing bad to say about any of their other bandmates, musicians they toured with, and even their record label. Where's the fun in that?

Flat characterization, four first-person narrators who are indistinguishable from each other, and predictable plot with deux ex machina resolution. Sometimes you get what you pay for on Kindle Unlimited.

3.5 stars, rounded up. Needed twice as many interactions between Tova and Marcellus the octopus, and half as many chapters focusing on whiny self-sabotaging white dude.

This one's for all of the people who complained that Nick and Charlie weren't sexual enough in previous volumes.

Uninspired biography of my favorite Beatle. The author seemed genuinely more excited about Prince's surprising appearance at Harrison's posthumous induction into the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame than about anything George accomplished in his lifetime.