Review of Duff McKagan Book: It’s So Easy: And Other Lies

Most of the time any written piece ends up with a large part of material removed for a number of reasons. They range from clarity to word count to the fact that – surprise – I don’t want to bore a reader.
For this review of Duff McKagan’s excellent It’s so Easy: And Other Lies that I wrote for Your Flesh magazine,  there were a couple hundred words that came out – for example: “The strength of Easy is McKagan’s simple telling of his time in the fledgling Seattle music scene and playing with the unknown Ten Minute Warning, then moving to Los Angeles in 1984, living in poverty and connecting with the guys who would become GNR, and hitting the fame lottery.”
It went because it read superfluous.
Here’s another graph that I cut because it just seemed to drag the review:
“One other thing that isn’t apparent through reading this but is noteworthy – McKagan kindly granted an interview to writer Mark Yarm for the fine oral bio of Seattle music, Everybody Loves our Town, presumably while McKagan wrote his own book. That small move tells us a lot about McKagan; his is a world that gives room to many people. Rock and roll fame gives way too much space for mega-egos, and McKagan never seems interested in that. Big props.”
The theme of the review was that most rock ‘n roll should be played by outlaws on drugs. And that most great music has been played by outlaws on drugs. McKagan played great music because…yes, outlaw/drugs.
The genius comedian Bill Hicks had a great bit with a similar sentiment. He talked of music and New Kids on the Block and how some people heralded their clean cut image.
“They say rock ‘n roll is the Devil’s music…Boy, at least he fuckin’ jams. If it’s a choice between eternal hell and good tiunes and eternal Heaven and New Kids on the fuckin’ Block, I’m going to be surfing on the lake of fire, rockin’ out.”
“When did mediocrity and banality become a good image for your children? I want my children to be listening to people who fucking rock. I don’t care if they died in puddles of their own vomit. I want someone who plays from his fucking heart. I want them to play with one hand and put a gun in the other hand and say’ I hope you enjoyed the fuckin’ show’ (points hand at temple) – blam!”
He’s taking a bit extreme for comedy kicks, but it’s close to the truth. The edge sounds the best.





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