Although I never have been (nor ever will be) a teenage boy, I loved this book. Cox's tale can make you laugh out loud as he tries to impart wisdom to a surly, mono-syllabic teenager, while evoking memories of what it was like when every aspect of your life was influenced by what bands you listened to.
It doesn't matter what your musical tastes are, this book contains many Universal Truths:
1. If you don't follow the rules of second hand record shop etiquette, you will be ostracized as quickly as an Amish Elder with a nipple ring
2. Anyone who tells you they had a wild and glamourous time hanging out with rock stars at an after show party is probably lying
3. If you busk in tights, you'd better be carrying a broad sword
4. Unless you're a masochist, have the patience of a saint or a complete thug, managing a band is not a good idea
5. You may go in search Syd, but you never really want to find him
6. At some point while looking back on the musical passions of your younger self, you will definitely have a "what was I thinking?" moment
just to name a few.
The author is hugely knowledgeable and passionate about Britain's musical history and genuinely cares about his young student, which makes this a charming and thoroughly enjoyable book.
Read it yourself - you might learn something.