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Sonic Youth Slept On My Floor: Music, Manchester, and More: A Memoir
'Beautifully judged account of the Manchester scene . . . There is something of the fairy tale about Dave Haslam's sage joyful testament to the kind of life that nobody could ever plan, a happy aligning of a cultural moment and a young man who instinctively knew that it was his once upon a time' Victoria Segal, Sunday Times
'Witty, sometimes dark, revealing, insightful, everything one could hope for from one of those folk without whom independent music simply wouldn't exist' Classic Rock
Sonic Youth Slept on My Floor is writer and DJ Dave Haslam's wonderfully evocative memoir. It is a masterful insider account of the Hacienda, the rise of Madchester and birth of the rave era, and how music has sound-tracked a life and a generation.
In the late 1970s Dave Haslam was a teenage John Peel listener and Joy Division fan, his face pressed against a 'window', looking in at a world of music, books and ideas. Four decades later, he finds himself in the middle of that world, collaborating with New Order on a series of five shows in Manchester. Into the story of those intervening decades, Haslam weaves a definitive portrait of Manchester as a music city and the impact of a number of life-changing events, such as the nightmare of the Yorkshire Ripper to the shock of the Manchester Arena terror attack.
The cast of Haslam's life reads like a who's who of '70s, '80s and '90s popular Tony Wilson, Nile Rodgers, Terry Hall, Neneh Cherry, Tracey Thorn, John Lydon, Johnny Marr, Ian Brown, Laurent Garnier and David Byrne. From having Morrissey to tea and meeting writers such as Raymond Carver and Jonathan Franzen to discussing masturbation with Viv Albertine and ecstasy with Roisin Murphy, via having a gun pulled on him at the Hacienda and a drug dealer threatening to slit his throat, this is not your usual memoir.
'Witty, sometimes dark, revealing, insightful, everything one could hope for from one of those folk without whom independent music simply wouldn't exist' Classic Rock
Sonic Youth Slept on My Floor is writer and DJ Dave Haslam's wonderfully evocative memoir. It is a masterful insider account of the Hacienda, the rise of Madchester and birth of the rave era, and how music has sound-tracked a life and a generation.
In the late 1970s Dave Haslam was a teenage John Peel listener and Joy Division fan, his face pressed against a 'window', looking in at a world of music, books and ideas. Four decades later, he finds himself in the middle of that world, collaborating with New Order on a series of five shows in Manchester. Into the story of those intervening decades, Haslam weaves a definitive portrait of Manchester as a music city and the impact of a number of life-changing events, such as the nightmare of the Yorkshire Ripper to the shock of the Manchester Arena terror attack.
The cast of Haslam's life reads like a who's who of '70s, '80s and '90s popular Tony Wilson, Nile Rodgers, Terry Hall, Neneh Cherry, Tracey Thorn, John Lydon, Johnny Marr, Ian Brown, Laurent Garnier and David Byrne. From having Morrissey to tea and meeting writers such as Raymond Carver and Jonathan Franzen to discussing masturbation with Viv Albertine and ecstasy with Roisin Murphy, via having a gun pulled on him at the Hacienda and a drug dealer threatening to slit his throat, this is not your usual memoir.
352 pages, Paperback
Published September 24, 2019
About the author
Dave Haslam
17 books41 followersDave Haslam is an author and DJ. Originally from Moseley, Birmingham, he moved to Manchester in 1980, making his name as a DJ with 450 appearances at the Haçienda nightclub, including Thursday's Temperance club night in the late 1980s. In the 1990s he also hosted the weekly night Yellow at the Boardwalk nightclub in Manchester. His more recent DJ shows include clubs in Italy, USA, France, and Germany.
In the mid 1980s he founded the fanzine 'Debris' and went on to write for NME. His journalism has since appeared in The Times, The Guardian, The London Review of Books, The New Statesman and elsewhere. In 1999 he published Manchester, England, and, subsequently, Adventures on the Wheels of Steel, a book about the music and politics of the 1970s called Not Abba; the Real Story of the 1970s (reprinted as Young Hearts Run Free; the Real Story of the 1970s), a history of British nightclubs and music venues entitled 'Life After Dark', and his memoirs, 'Sonic Youth Slept On My Floor: Music, Manchester & More'.
His numerous other cultural interventions included creating an installation for the Berlin-based ‘Shrinking Cities’ exhibition; presenting a twenty minute talk on the North/South divide for BBC Radio 3; appearing on TV shows on BBC Two and on Channel 4, Granada TV, and Canal Plus (France). His 'Close Up' series of live interviews have attracted guest interviewees including Jonathan Franzen, Nile Rodgers and John Lydon.
In the mid 1980s he founded the fanzine 'Debris' and went on to write for NME. His journalism has since appeared in The Times, The Guardian, The London Review of Books, The New Statesman and elsewhere. In 1999 he published Manchester, England, and, subsequently, Adventures on the Wheels of Steel, a book about the music and politics of the 1970s called Not Abba; the Real Story of the 1970s (reprinted as Young Hearts Run Free; the Real Story of the 1970s), a history of British nightclubs and music venues entitled 'Life After Dark', and his memoirs, 'Sonic Youth Slept On My Floor: Music, Manchester & More'.
His numerous other cultural interventions included creating an installation for the Berlin-based ‘Shrinking Cities’ exhibition; presenting a twenty minute talk on the North/South divide for BBC Radio 3; appearing on TV shows on BBC Two and on Channel 4, Granada TV, and Canal Plus (France). His 'Close Up' series of live interviews have attracted guest interviewees including Jonathan Franzen, Nile Rodgers and John Lydon.
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June 3, 2018
I’ve done the train journey from Blackpool to Manchester so many times it’s just a part of me, and even though Manchester these days is very nearly unrecognisable compared to my first visits back in 1993 (aged 15), sometimes I still feel the same thrill as I did back then, even after living here for 21 years.
It happened again last week, the sun was blazing, the cooling towers began to replace the trees outside, ‘Shoot You Down’ by the Roses came on my headphones as I devoured a chapter entitled ‘What the World is Waiting For’ from Dave’s memoirs, ‘Sonic Youth Slept On My Floor’. At that moment I was so excited to be pulling into Manchester, I wouldn’t have swapped it for Tokyo, Sydney or the Lower East Side.
But Manchester isn’t always shiny and bright, not then and not now, but there is some weird intoxicating mix that can’t be denied as I walk down the Oxford Road slope with my guitar. Everything has changed and nothing has changed. The first posters I see are for Noel Gallagher, Maxine Peake and Liam Gallagher. So Manchester. The posters cover the exterior of the old beloved wrack and ruin of Cornerhouse Cinema One where, on the pavement, a very young man is high and alone, nodding out in the morning sun. So so Manchester.
Dave’s memoirs are Manchester warts and all, and I do mean warts – squats, dismembered gangsters, Ecstasy deaths, AIDS, racism, unemployment, suicide. But the dark is consistently outshone by the joy of being young, in love with music and each other, making a way out of no way. It’s hard to say if the main character is Dave or the city, but as the author points out, write the story of a city and you write the story of its people, and vice versa.
Music is the third main character, of course, rarely off the page, providing rhythm, emotional vocabulary, and some familiar context for what is often the thrill of just rolling with the punches and Dave’s attempts to bring some meaning and order to the cultural and political chaos of 70s, 80s, 90s England, to find his place in it.
The book is roughly chronological but individual chapters are pulled together thematically so that they can jump around in time, so what begins as a funny chapter on Dave’s signature no-nonsense haircut places you suddenly in the hospice on a Saturday morning in December 1985 when Dave’s Mum dies. It’s masterfully honest and terribly painful, and only the beginning of the rollercoaster of emotions that run throughout.
This book to me is Dave’s ‘Best Of’ rather than a ‘Greatest Hits’. A ‘Greatest Hits’ is for playing in your car on a Saturday morning, all of the ace big hitters that please with their familiarity. A ’Best Of’ shows the work that is closest to the artist’s heart, so while we get our glorious insights into the Hac and Tony W and Gunchester, from a man who remembers absolutely everything, it’s Dave’s love of writing, of cinema, of his wife and children, Raymond Carver, the devilish detail of how much to pay Primal Scream, with or without percussion, John Peel, Paris, Brum, friendships, and the dirty lovely old streets of Manchester – this is where the real texture of this very special book lies.
It happened again last week, the sun was blazing, the cooling towers began to replace the trees outside, ‘Shoot You Down’ by the Roses came on my headphones as I devoured a chapter entitled ‘What the World is Waiting For’ from Dave’s memoirs, ‘Sonic Youth Slept On My Floor’. At that moment I was so excited to be pulling into Manchester, I wouldn’t have swapped it for Tokyo, Sydney or the Lower East Side.
But Manchester isn’t always shiny and bright, not then and not now, but there is some weird intoxicating mix that can’t be denied as I walk down the Oxford Road slope with my guitar. Everything has changed and nothing has changed. The first posters I see are for Noel Gallagher, Maxine Peake and Liam Gallagher. So Manchester. The posters cover the exterior of the old beloved wrack and ruin of Cornerhouse Cinema One where, on the pavement, a very young man is high and alone, nodding out in the morning sun. So so Manchester.
Dave’s memoirs are Manchester warts and all, and I do mean warts – squats, dismembered gangsters, Ecstasy deaths, AIDS, racism, unemployment, suicide. But the dark is consistently outshone by the joy of being young, in love with music and each other, making a way out of no way. It’s hard to say if the main character is Dave or the city, but as the author points out, write the story of a city and you write the story of its people, and vice versa.
Music is the third main character, of course, rarely off the page, providing rhythm, emotional vocabulary, and some familiar context for what is often the thrill of just rolling with the punches and Dave’s attempts to bring some meaning and order to the cultural and political chaos of 70s, 80s, 90s England, to find his place in it.
The book is roughly chronological but individual chapters are pulled together thematically so that they can jump around in time, so what begins as a funny chapter on Dave’s signature no-nonsense haircut places you suddenly in the hospice on a Saturday morning in December 1985 when Dave’s Mum dies. It’s masterfully honest and terribly painful, and only the beginning of the rollercoaster of emotions that run throughout.
This book to me is Dave’s ‘Best Of’ rather than a ‘Greatest Hits’. A ‘Greatest Hits’ is for playing in your car on a Saturday morning, all of the ace big hitters that please with their familiarity. A ’Best Of’ shows the work that is closest to the artist’s heart, so while we get our glorious insights into the Hac and Tony W and Gunchester, from a man who remembers absolutely everything, it’s Dave’s love of writing, of cinema, of his wife and children, Raymond Carver, the devilish detail of how much to pay Primal Scream, with or without percussion, John Peel, Paris, Brum, friendships, and the dirty lovely old streets of Manchester – this is where the real texture of this very special book lies.
June 3, 2018
I've been a little unsure how to approach this review, for obvious reasons, but I told myself I would write one. Most of the points of reference in this book were a bit obscure to me... I don't have any great knowledge of the Haçienda or Madchester, so my reading was more focused on my interest in Dave, and the book is really moving in that regard. He talks very intimately and revealingly throughout the book. As any good memoir should, it does fantastically well at dwelling on how we understand our pasts and create ourselves. I've been mulling over this a lot recently, so it was just lovely to hear somebody I know and like talk about it in detail.
One point of reference I could grab onto, however, came in the twelfth chapter. I love reggae and dancehall, so my eyes lit up when Dave said that he occasionally played some at the Haçienda in around 1986. He says that if he ever played a Smiths record, he liked to put on some reggae directly afterwards. This was intended as a sort of spiritual counteraction against Morrissey's notorious statement that "all reggae is vile". An image immediately flashed into my mind: Morrissey languishing in smug disappointment as the hard, crude beat of "Under Me Sleng Teng" pulsates through the Haçienda. Though this never happened, I adored the image and Dave's subtle subversion which created it.
One point of reference I could grab onto, however, came in the twelfth chapter. I love reggae and dancehall, so my eyes lit up when Dave said that he occasionally played some at the Haçienda in around 1986. He says that if he ever played a Smiths record, he liked to put on some reggae directly afterwards. This was intended as a sort of spiritual counteraction against Morrissey's notorious statement that "all reggae is vile". An image immediately flashed into my mind: Morrissey languishing in smug disappointment as the hard, crude beat of "Under Me Sleng Teng" pulsates through the Haçienda. Though this never happened, I adored the image and Dave's subtle subversion which created it.
May 29, 2023
Manchester’ın “Madchester” diye anılmasını sağlayan 1980’ler başından 90’lara kadar olan dönemi birinci ağızdan anlatan güzel bir kitap. Döneme ve ismi geçen kişilere, gruplara aşina değilseniz kaybolup gitmek çok olası. Okurken birçok kez orada olmak istedim. Dönemin gruplarını seven, bir kere olsun Haçienda’da bulunmak isteyen herkesin ilgisini çekecektir.
November 17, 2020
Transports you to Manchester in the 1990s - the name dropping in this book is insane!
November 2, 2022
Dave Haslam is, by my estimation, one of the luckiest human beings on the planet to have lived in the time and place he did. This is a fantastic memoir of a life spent inside one of the greatest, most vibrant music scenes to ever exist. Excellent reading.
December 28, 2022
Well, Sonic Youth sure did sleep on Dave Haslam's floor! I don't think I will ever recommend this book to anyone - it's sooo rambly, at times the writing is a bit off, there are at least 10 namedrops per page; and yet, I loved it. I really took my time with it, discovering an unspeakable amount of music in the process. Got inspired to go to more live events and explore the nightlife of cities. Oh Madchester, city of my heart :)
April 21, 2020
A really wonderful personal journey though art and music, Manchester and curiosity. Full of optimism, curiosity and warmth for music and culture.
July 25, 2020
After frequenting the Hac on many nights I really enjoyed this book and knew of some of the stories Dave talked about. If you were into the early club and Manchester music scene ( late 80’s onwards) you’ll especially enjoy this
July 14, 2018
Picked up at an author reading at my local library. Mr Haslam arrived late due to train issues, but he was on sparkling form.
The book is a joy to read, and transported me back to those heady days of the Hacienda.
He forthright in his writing and doesn’t pull any punches. But it’s not written with vitriol, just his heart on his sleeve and passion for life and music.
The book is a joy to read, and transported me back to those heady days of the Hacienda.
He forthright in his writing and doesn’t pull any punches. But it’s not written with vitriol, just his heart on his sleeve and passion for life and music.
July 29, 2018
A DJ Made My Life
A very enjoyable read and took me back to the Manchester of the Boardwalk, Hacienda and the Venue. However the rest of the book is equally as interesting and thought provoking with Mr Haslam’s view on the world being very similar to mine - though I’m not sure I could sell my vinyl collection!
A very enjoyable read and took me back to the Manchester of the Boardwalk, Hacienda and the Venue. However the rest of the book is equally as interesting and thought provoking with Mr Haslam’s view on the world being very similar to mine - though I’m not sure I could sell my vinyl collection!
January 18, 2021
I wanted to read this book because the eponymous floor was next door (you can see my kitchen window in one of the photographs in the book)... I have a memory of a nice lad who looked like Dave, so probably was Dave, and popping round once (not as grotty inside as billed by some who feature in the book, although it is entirely possible our conversation was a lot about cockroaches) I will not have been next door when Morrissey came to be offered cauliflower cheese but only because it was the day after Boxing Day and I'd not yet returned from the parental home.
The experience of living in those now long demolished council maisonettes from a famously failed planning/architectural experiment was distinct from the average student experience and occupies a curious and important place in my personal experience and psyche too for that matter. But my life, the life I was leading then and have led since, is very different from Dave's. So this, the first part of it at least, was an eerie, eerie experience with countless dormant neurons being fired in what I cannot quite describe as nostalgia. I thought it was beautifully written. I had somehow missed knowing the Tracey Thorn/Everything But the Girl connection with our shared block but the tender quality and tone of the prose does remind me of what both Tracey Thorn and Ben Watt have produced.
I say the first part, and that's a substantial chunk of the book but that does seem to peter out and become perhaps a more conventional name dropping music memoir, not just in content but in writing style. Still interesting enough simply as an account of the evolution of a life in a place I knew and as a description of a world that is not mine, however large the Haçienda loomed (I never went...I'm a DJs nightmare)
I wondered occasionally if there may have been bits left out or tweaked to suit the narrative - we know that he came to Manchester University to study English (and he clearly has not left that interest behind) but he seems to present himself implicitly as someone who dropped out to do more interesting things like compiling a 'zine (and to sign on) and perhaps that's deemed much cooler than having knuckled down to essays and exam revision. Similarly, we leap from a very sweet (and useful) description of how it can feel to be a young man to his son being born... (and from the rest of the book I don't think it is to protect anyone else)
The experience of living in those now long demolished council maisonettes from a famously failed planning/architectural experiment was distinct from the average student experience and occupies a curious and important place in my personal experience and psyche too for that matter. But my life, the life I was leading then and have led since, is very different from Dave's. So this, the first part of it at least, was an eerie, eerie experience with countless dormant neurons being fired in what I cannot quite describe as nostalgia. I thought it was beautifully written. I had somehow missed knowing the Tracey Thorn/Everything But the Girl connection with our shared block but the tender quality and tone of the prose does remind me of what both Tracey Thorn and Ben Watt have produced.
I say the first part, and that's a substantial chunk of the book but that does seem to peter out and become perhaps a more conventional name dropping music memoir, not just in content but in writing style. Still interesting enough simply as an account of the evolution of a life in a place I knew and as a description of a world that is not mine, however large the Haçienda loomed (I never went...I'm a DJs nightmare)
I wondered occasionally if there may have been bits left out or tweaked to suit the narrative - we know that he came to Manchester University to study English (and he clearly has not left that interest behind) but he seems to present himself implicitly as someone who dropped out to do more interesting things like compiling a 'zine (and to sign on) and perhaps that's deemed much cooler than having knuckled down to essays and exam revision. Similarly, we leap from a very sweet (and useful) description of how it can feel to be a young man to his son being born... (and from the rest of the book I don't think it is to protect anyone else)
July 1, 2018
Ten storey love song: as a paean to Madchester this isn’t half bad; as a memoir it’s got its moments but is about a hundred pages too long and feels like reading seventy issues of Debris stapled together. I feel rotten saying that, as Dave’s a lovely bloke (and spot on about Morrissey) who I used to see hanging about at gigs during my indie kid phase - typically 1987 at the Boardwalk watching a group called Emily or Talulah Gosh (wistful young men in stretched sweaters). He was one of those likeable, on-side straight blokes who liked all the right music so you knew they weren’t going to beat you up in an alley off Whitworth Street.
I think Renny inherited his tenancy at 20 Amberidge Walk (she allowed me to be her friend for one summer but was way too cool for it to go on beyond that) and it was worth reading Sonic Youth Slept On My Floor to know that it’s the same Amberidge Walk referenced in Everything But The Girl’s Easy As Sin. The clubs in those days were, as he says, “a brilliant mix of black and white, locals and visitors...dental nurses and library assistants, lads in bands, Chorlton girls, Moss Side boys.” Flesh, too, gets a look-in: “the management reserves the right to refuse entry to known heterosexuals” and also the only time the Hacienda traded without gangs controlling the drugs - or the drags. And, bizarrely, even the Archway features, including the much-missed Harry and Wayne.
Difficult though it is to escape the sensation that this is what Haslam himself calls “a proper midlife wobble”, it should appeal to those who lived through the God Created Manchester phase, even if I’m sure Hazell Dean should have merited a mention.
I think Renny inherited his tenancy at 20 Amberidge Walk (she allowed me to be her friend for one summer but was way too cool for it to go on beyond that) and it was worth reading Sonic Youth Slept On My Floor to know that it’s the same Amberidge Walk referenced in Everything But The Girl’s Easy As Sin. The clubs in those days were, as he says, “a brilliant mix of black and white, locals and visitors...dental nurses and library assistants, lads in bands, Chorlton girls, Moss Side boys.” Flesh, too, gets a look-in: “the management reserves the right to refuse entry to known heterosexuals” and also the only time the Hacienda traded without gangs controlling the drugs - or the drags. And, bizarrely, even the Archway features, including the much-missed Harry and Wayne.
Difficult though it is to escape the sensation that this is what Haslam himself calls “a proper midlife wobble”, it should appeal to those who lived through the God Created Manchester phase, even if I’m sure Hazell Dean should have merited a mention.
September 7, 2022
I came across this book because of Goodreads recommendations based off of some of the music related books i have happened to read or wanted to read for a while. Fast forward a week later, i came across this book at my local bookstore (keep in mind i was not expecting to find this book at all as Manchester and England is a very far distance away from me). So i knew i had to get this book as soon as i could or else i would never see it again.
If you are familiar with Joy Division, New Order, or The Hacienda, then i Highly recommended this book. Dave does an excellent job going through what it was like to be a DJ in the 80’s and some of the most interesting encounters I’ve ever heard a DJ go through in his life.
Also loved the fact that Dave also mentions his Zine “Debris” as well and some of the people he interviewed for it and some of the subjects in the zine. Would’ve loved to read it if it was still around.
If you are familiar with Joy Division, New Order, or The Hacienda, then i Highly recommended this book. Dave does an excellent job going through what it was like to be a DJ in the 80’s and some of the most interesting encounters I’ve ever heard a DJ go through in his life.
Also loved the fact that Dave also mentions his Zine “Debris” as well and some of the people he interviewed for it and some of the subjects in the zine. Would’ve loved to read it if it was still around.
June 14, 2022
“i’m not a fan of nostalgia, but i’m fascinated by history, where we’ve come from, learning from others, researching the roots of ideas, tracing the way the patterns of our past are replicating themselves in the present. all that is good, and valuable; that’s not nostalgia.”
fantastic view of before, during, and after the ‘madchester’ haçienda scene in england and abroad. very enjoyable read — i kept a notebook along with the novel writing down things to research after i finished. i’m excited for how many new songs i’ll be adding to my future playlists.
fantastic view of before, during, and after the ‘madchester’ haçienda scene in england and abroad. very enjoyable read — i kept a notebook along with the novel writing down things to research after i finished. i’m excited for how many new songs i’ll be adding to my future playlists.
November 19, 2020
Iv been a few of the old places that Dave remembers in his book..Must admit i did prefer old rundown Manchester to the shiny sellout it is now..
Good stories of his meeting of certain people fascinated me but i do worry about stuff like this Manchester international festival, it sounds like a complete bore fest to me but i would consider wandering round some of the art galleries hes mentioned..
Good stories of his meeting of certain people fascinated me but i do worry about stuff like this Manchester international festival, it sounds like a complete bore fest to me but i would consider wandering round some of the art galleries hes mentioned..
December 10, 2020
Boring, self-righteous, name-dropping without fun anecdotes embellished with the erudition that Haslam attributes to himself. Someone with a moderate interest in the Manchester scene already knows about everything the man describes. Listing names starting with yourself is just one of the signs of how much the author likes himself. Loss of time.
February 20, 2021
Loved this. Not only did I learn a lot (I realise now how embarrassingly limited my music knowledge is!!) but it was also very real, very human and very authentic - with a heap of vulnerability to boot, which just made it even more endearing. A great memoir, brilliantly written, that had me smiling and chuckling at points. Highly recommended
September 9, 2023
I wanted to like this book so much but was constantly let down by the inconsistent writing. I know it's unfair because it's still a great bunch of anecdotes but still, I wanted more nuances and more of the writer's comments on what he thought of the music. Instead it just felt like a history of that period which I could have found anywhere.
August 19, 2018
Manchester, de kracht van de dansvloer, het voor her eerst zien van een fantastische band samen met 14 anderen maar ook de vragen en twijfels die horen bij ouder worden ... Dave Haslam’s memoires zijn met veel gevoel geschreven en een must voor iedere oude Indie fan of acid house head.
March 22, 2019
Superb book, an excellent memoir of Dave's time in music in Manchester, so much from my younger years and later years. Name checked a Smiths concert in Sheffield in 1983 that I was at and a New Order concert in Manchester in 2017
April 10, 2020
I thought this was OK for what it was. Decent picture of the time period and all, just found it was written by someone who I could only imagine being in love with the sound of his own voice. Some good stories and moments, but a little like listening to the pub bore.
August 21, 2021
I have enjoyed reading Dave Haslam's recent series of extended essays, so thought I would give this a go. Interesting read about how your passions and hobbies can end up becoming your career. Particularly enjoyed reading about his fanzine work.
September 19, 2018
This book filled the little dance floor in my head. Loved it!
May 21, 2019
A must-read for any music lover out there !
July 15, 2019
You'll wish you were Dave Haslam once you've finished reading this. He's lived the life I would love to have lived (even the low points) and continues to do so.
December 16, 2019
Fun but patchy. You need to know a certain amount of the music / bands. Great Happy Mondays fax machine anecdote
August 6, 2020
Great and honest memoir of a man who has been around and part of some of the most important parts of British culture of the last 50 years
July 15, 2021
Really interesting book and really easy read.
August 18, 2021
Nostalgia overload!!! I also liked how vulnerable this memoir was at times. I didn’t expect it! This guy has had one cool career.
December 30, 2021
Loved it! I was at that gig, and lived in Manchester at the time, so very relatable.
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