Welcome to Litsy!

‘Everybody loves a winner‘ is an often-quoted truism but it isn‘t–strictly–true. When someone attains success rapidly, former acquaintances often tend to experience pangs of excruciating envy that inevitably destabilise the ongoing relationship. You get your face in the papers often enough and rank strangers begin harboring grudges against you for no clear reason. It‘s not all champagne and blow jobs in other words. Things can start to get nasty.

1969 was another fine year to be a teenaged middle-class bohemian wannabe.

Music remains the only key that can unlock the past for me in a way that I can inherently trust. A song from the old days strikes up and instantly a film is projected in my head, albeit an unedited one without a linear plot line; just random scenes thrown together to appease my reflective mood of the moment.

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In this memoir of his life in the 70s Nick Kent pulls no punches, both with himself & his drug addiction & when it comes to bad bands. This book is scary, funny, amazing. A must for music nuts & anyone who values the lost art of music journalism