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Full disclosure: I knew, I think, a maximum of three of the songs Sheffield name-drops in his second memoir. As neither an obsessive music collector or self-conscious retro-hipster (or, gasp, one actually born in the appropriate time period), eighties music is so utterly out of my wheelhouse as to seem alien. But Sheffield's self-effacing charm, rare in the memoir genre these days, more than makes up for my total inability to follow him down his glitter-caked rabbit hole. Sheffield is a dork through and through, but--and this is an important distinction--a nice dork who only wants to share his irrepressible dorkiness/love for Hayzi Fantayzee with us. A geek waxing enthusiastic on the great love of his life is a beautiful thing to see when the geek is Rob Sheffield, even if that love is weird eighties bands.