I received this book in the mail with Christmas-like anticipation. Slade was my favorite band during my teens in Boston and news about them and airplay were rarer than an understated Dave Hill outfit. I was usually reduced to the odd clip on In Concert to see them. Noddy writes with a generous and discreet spirit. He is aware of his good fortune to have lived his dreams and even seems at peace about the disparity between Slade's huge UK success and negligible US impact. His working class upbringing after the war, the band's early days on the club circuit, and his encounters with rising stars (e.g., Freddie Mercury selling togs in Kensington Market, a leather-clad Beatles at a Walsall youth center) are fascinating, as is the recounting of drummer Don Powell's Bentley accident that took his girlfriend's life and his memory and sense of smell and taste. I would have liked more background on their tours, though now I finally understand guitarist Dave Hill's stage persona (even they thought he was bonkers).
I finished the book wanting to hear more and thinking Noddy would be great company. I wish I could have seen them in England during their prime, though the two Providence, RI shows I saw when they were still trying to dent the US market were bliss. A must read for Slade and music fans and Anglophiles. Thanks for the memories, Noddy.