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I fell off the face of the Goodreads planet for a month or so, it seems. But I'm back, trying to remember how I felt about books I finished bloody ages ago.
Ray Goldman will outdrink you, out-party you and, unfortunately for him, probably outlive you. As a hopeless and struggling indie rock musician, Ray's best chance of discovering any beauty and purpose in his dysfunctional life will come only when he ceases to struggle against life itself. These are his memoirs.
Scale chronicles Ray's journey downward through the adversarial trials that sometimes prove necessary in facilitating an ecentual ascent into truth and happiness.
Keith Buckley is brilliant in Every Time I Die, so I was naturally interested and chuffed to see someone whose lyrics are so sharp turn his hand to fiction. I think the first few chapters in particular were tough going, a bit overwritten, channelling the intensity of lyricism into almost every paragraph, which is hard to sustain for a whole book, but bit by bit, you chip through the language the story comes out. Quite odd to see actual bands playing backdrop, like Matt Skiba of Alkaline Trio. It feels like it could be real, which I guess, is the point. More books from bands, please. More books from Keith.
Ray Goldman will outdrink you, out-party you and, unfortunately for him, probably outlive you. As a hopeless and struggling indie rock musician, Ray's best chance of discovering any beauty and purpose in his dysfunctional life will come only when he ceases to struggle against life itself. These are his memoirs.
Scale chronicles Ray's journey downward through the adversarial trials that sometimes prove necessary in facilitating an ecentual ascent into truth and happiness.
Keith Buckley is brilliant in Every Time I Die, so I was naturally interested and chuffed to see someone whose lyrics are so sharp turn his hand to fiction. I think the first few chapters in particular were tough going, a bit overwritten, channelling the intensity of lyricism into almost every paragraph, which is hard to sustain for a whole book, but bit by bit, you chip through the language the story comes out. Quite odd to see actual bands playing backdrop, like Matt Skiba of Alkaline Trio. It feels like it could be real, which I guess, is the point. More books from bands, please. More books from Keith.
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