Love this book - in a world of disposable nappy music blasted out on mp3s and heard through cheap tinny speakers just for a few moments you can connect to another world where musicians tried to make sense of the madness around them. The chapters where I had no initial interest in the musician but which had me hooked from start to finish are numerous - eg Fela Kuti and his fight against the military, persuaded me to search and listen to his music,; others who were famous eg Billie Holiday and Strange Fruit, made me listen again and re-live the meaning behind the lyrics; and even in England where Lynton Kwesi Johnson whose era I lived through but didnt pay attention to, comes alive as I recall the racism and the riots.
It's a shame Mr Lynskey didnt devote a whole chapter to Phil Ochs whose songs burn with protest and anger. I guess he has to devote a chapter to Dylan because he's expected but frankly thats my own personal opionion, but I doubt Dylan ever protested about anything more than the size of his royalty cheque. Dylan called Ochs a journalist, but its a shame Ochs never had the guile to retort that Dylan was just an advertising man.
But even if you arent a keen music listener, or into "protest" whatever that may mean (and frankly today it probably is as dead as a dodo) the writing style and coverage of songs that meant something to their writers and belonged to a particular period of history, I think you will find this a book that stimulates your mind and soul.
Me, I couldn't put it down, and I was enthralled by the passion that rages in some musicians hearts, and I wish it still did (though perhaps I do an injustice to Eddie Vedder whose energy to benefits and causes seems to hark back to another age).