Even though they weren't about to let me play first chair in chamber — during orchestra time, I think I got the triangle — I got to see it all up close. It would have been cool if this book had music clips. That enthusiasm is on every page of Mo' Meta Blues, Questlove's memoir of his life in music, and it's infectious as hell. That fight made me more insular and introverted, more careful around everyone. The worst part of all was that when I saw the police in the rearview mirror, I started thinking that maybe I had stolen the car.
Each period of his life he talks about is highlighted by what music he was listening to at that time. I remember thinking about whether I had time to go downstairs to get the tape recorder, or should I just let the song run? I was at home with my sister, and the two of us stared at the radio the whole time it was happening; it was our equivalent of the old radio drama War of the Worlds. This was a fantastic read. I saw them twice in Austin, one time at Stubbs and one time on the University of Texas campus, right in front of the famous tower. I hope that is somewhere in his future.
I can't help but admire someone who is so dedicated to his craft. All the black kids in Philadelphia who were listening to the radio that day have the same story. I don't usually read non-fiction and I honestly can't think of the last memoir I read. It's a dialogue about the nature of memory and the idea of a post-modern black man saddled with some post-modern blues. I got a soda and walked back to the room. The only people I had interacted with at that point were my parents, my sister, and my father's band.
And stuff from the start of The Roots: But underneath the sense of adventure, it was kind of a dark time. I was all stammering, afterwards. He obsessed over album reviews and covers. If I saw a dime on the floor, it went into my pocket, and I was one tick closer. The strength of any memoir is in its effectiveness in conveying the story of the individual s being highlighted. I was a very small child at that point, but all my rock vocabulary can be traced back to her and her need to be socially accepted by her circle.
And you gave David Byrne's book 4? With the latter, it was interesting to hear him describe how all of the pieces came into place, and highs and lows of attaining a record deal and becoming 'The' Roots. So why did I devour every sentence Questlove used to describe his favorite albums and the making of each and every Roots record? Not exactly the soundtrack that comes to mind when one imagines black youth cruising through the streets of 1980s Philadelphia. Dude had a motorcycle jacket and a fucking theremin. Watching the tripwire snag at the 1995 Source awards when Suge Knight made the bold move to diss Puffy in his acceptance speech. But for those who are fans, a solid 4 stars.
This book is like an extended version of that and really explains quite a bit about his musical tastes. The end pages on my copy are crammed with song titles; they resemble the back of a popular girl's senior yearbook. He digs deep into the album cuts of his life and unearths some pivotal moments in black art, hip hop, and pop culture. The fifties were a going concern in the seventies, and on the back of that renewed interest, my dad had a good run bringing back his group, Lee Andrews and the Hearts, along with my mom and my aunt Karen. I was born in West Philadelphia in January 1971.
And yeah, what is blackness, by the way? I can see him going on to do and become far more than he is now, which is probably already far more than he ever imagined. As a journalist and critic, he has written widely on music and pop culture. The first punch came when James Brown put out The Payback. Tom Wolfe once said that memoirs don't work for him because the author is inclined to put in everything but his greatest moments of humiliation; Questlove seems game to include some of these moments throughout his anecdote about meeting Prince rivals the legendary Chappelle's Show Charlie Murphy skit , but richer details that would be fascinating to readers are left out, maybe for the purpose of keeping focus. Fanatics and newcomers to the music will both find plenty of revelation here. Side note: his thoughts on how rock n' roll mirrors the loneliness, alienation, and simultaneous sense of hope, adventure, and connection that the American dream repeatedly promises and fails to deliver spoke to me. Like the Steve Jobs bio, this is definitely a book that I'll read more than once.
I remember when I first heard The Roots. Surprisingly honest, especially about his strained relationship with his dad and current relationship with his childhood friend and band mate Tariq Trotter. It also has footnotes throughout by Richard Nichols, the longtime co-manager of The Roots, as a counterpoint to Questlove's narrative, which I really enj From the start, Questlove in an interview with himself contends that he doesn't want this to be a straight forward memoir and wants to do something different in telling his story. No, but I did get one of my favorite feelings in life: That I'm in over my head, and there is almost certainly too much to learn, but I'm glad to be here and trying. I thought that living in a Howard Johnson's was normal.