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Everything Is Combustible by Richard Lloyd

fitrisiain's review

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3.0

Experience. No matter how disoriented your path seemed to be, or at least in the eye of the observer, keep going for you have carried a lodestone with you, that is a true wish. That's all that Richard wanted to say. There is nothing new to say, but this is such a fun reading and I am a big fan of Television.

Personally, this is one among the books that inspired to go out more, stay curious, humble, and live the life to the fullest. Probably strange to say, but I got the similar feeling whenever I read Feynman's.

tofubook's review

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4.0

(Audiobook review)

Let's see:

- read by the author himself
- tons of information about the major eras of his career
- lots of sex and drugs
- massive insight into being a human being and an artist
- he might be insane

Super enjoyable hearing him tell the tale of his sometimes wild & crazy life. He's far out, but certainly one of the best living and under-appreciated guitar players.

floodfish's review

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2.0

Reminicenses from the arrogant and disorganized mind of a profoundly prickly and petty mystic. Lloyd thinks he’s got it all figured out but repeatedly reveals himself to be extraordinarily narrow-minded. I’m not sure if he’s a total asshole or a decent person with no filter. At least he know what he likes; points for honesty, I guess.

Why did I bother? I am interested in 1960s urban public schools, Velvert Turner, Jimi Hendrix, Marquee Moon, Keith Richards, CBGBs, etc. A lot of the stories here are pretty good, and Lloyd's sense of self importance and magical powers is ridiculous enough to be entertaining. (Up to a point; I gave up on the spiritualist “wish” appendix.)

Surprisingly little content about music, sound, or guitar playing. I bet he's got stuff to say on that topic that I'd like to read.

The book doesn't seem to have been edited in any meaningful way. Jumbled chronology and the storytelling style/scope slips and slides all over the place. It says a lot that this was published by a Gurdjieff house rather than a music or literature publisher.
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