Mott the Hoople were a great band. They lacked a lot, but what they lacked they made up for in style and wit, and in Ian Hunter they had a great front man who always seemed a step ahead of the world of glam rock that shimmered around Mott. Above all Mott put out some sparkling and timeless seven-inch singles.
Hunter's diary was republished recently to rave reviews on both sides of the Atlantic, and it is easy to see why: naive, witty, humble, sussed and in control, he is as concerned for the welfare of his cat as for the future of his tour. On a constant skirmish to buy up every vintage guitar in America for pennies, rubbing shoulders with Bowie and other contemporaries, and keen to stress throughout that he is having nothing to do with groupies while on tour, this is a fantastic period piece, and at a time that the seventies are under constant review and re-review, it is as essential a read as any for someone looking to find what the period was all about.
They say that if you remember the sixties you weren't there, but if you remember the seventies then you'll remember All The Young Dudes, Honaloochie Boogie, Roll Away The Stone, and this book should be your next stop!